Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Is this my Ozarka?

I am surrounded by 14-year-olds. They stare at me for no reason, they can't find their water bottles, they've only been playing the French horn for 3 days, and they don't wear ankle socks. Andrew Jackson is 4-foot-9, plays the trombone, and has legs too short to march 8-to-5. The girl with pink hair wears her sunglasses inside. The girl in front of Indiana doesn't have enough room, so she rests her flute in Phoebe's hair. The clarinets can't play and do a box eight. The trumpets practice at 50 beats-per-minute. They don't know that Maxwell will say the exact same things every day for the next 4 years. They haven't learned each morning for the next 4 months will begin with the words, "Alright kids, up on your toes. Reach!" They haven't memorized the fight song. They don't remember that rule number 3 is "Don't anticipate." They tend to anticipate. They have no idea what's going on.

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