Today, when we walked into band ten minutes late because we forgot that it was Wednesday and the public school's classes are all twenty minutes shorter on Wednesday and yet for some reason they hadn't played anything, warmed up, nor had the teacher handed out any new music, there were those two clarinetists sitting on the floor.
Now I know what you're thinking. I was thinking the same thing.
They don't have good posture.
Now, you probably deduced from the phrase "those two clarinetists" that they don't ever have good posture, which is actually true. However, sitting on the floor produces even worse posture.
There's nothing worse than worse posture.
Where were the chairs? I don't know. Actually, they found two chairs and moved them, and where did they come from?
I can't remember. That was a long time ago. But they found them. A minute later, Brice couldn't sit down at the trap set.
Another drummer had stolen the stool and was sitting on it.
Good grief, people. I know this school is cheap, but we can't have enough chairs for a band program that doesn't have hardly anybody in the first case?
If I were a band teacher, and speaking of which, shouldn't that be if I was a band teacher? Is that 'were' a subjunctive? What does that word even mean, anyway?
Anyway...if I held the position of band teacher, there would be chairs, chairs, chairs everywhere. That way, I can tell people that they have a servant's heart, and then make them go stack chairs.
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