#25 The band members would keep their shirts on.

Today, it was hot in the band room.
Maybe it was because it was below freezing outside.
But it was hot.
Mr. Band Teacher (we're good at protecting privacy on this blog) said that "Unless someone messed with my thermostat, it should be 69 degrees."
Yeah, only here's the problem. It's fall. The heat's on, not the air conditioning. Therefore, it can get to 200 degrees without anyone adjusting the thermostat.
It was hot.
It was even hotter six feet above the floor on the risers.
For those of you who didn't know this, we have drummers who are very...drummer-like.
For those of you not in band, that would be a hyperactive kid who just had a pop.
So, the drummers were hot. And, since they're drummers, they do a lot more physical flying around than we do, so they were hotter than the rest of us.
Luke said, "I will take my shirt off."
Mr. Band Teacher said, "All right."
And he took his shirt off. (Luke. Not the band teacher.)
The teacher was amused.
He overlooks too much. That's why there's no discipline in this bandroom.
When the drummers can't find their music, he yells at them, which they don't care about.
Once they find their music and don't play it, he yells at them, which they don't care about.
See what I mean? No discipline.
A fact only made worse by the fact that he doesn't enforce the dress code.
There is no telling what this will lead to.
Soon band will no longer be a morally safe place to go to.
Mercy, band, mercy.