So, today i was freaking out about my grades (89 in pre-calculus -horrified shriek-) and I was discussing it with my friends we decided that having to play a different instrument for marching season is the root of my problems. Here's how the discussion went...
When you have to give up your bassoon and learn a new instrument for marching season, you can't pass off music.
When you can't pass off music, you spend more time practicing.
When you spend more time practicing you can't study.
When you can't study you make a B.
When you make a B you go to community college.
When you go to community college you don't get into Med. School.
When you don't get into Med. School you disgrace your entire family.
When you disgrace your entire family no one loves you.
When no one loves you, you drive a school bus and live with two ugly cats.
When you live with two ugly cats, your cats die.
When your cats die, you have nothing to live for.
When you have nothing to live for you drive a school bus full of children off a cliff.
Don't drive a school bus full of children off a cliff. Band directors, don't make kids play a different instrument for marching season.
Hope you guys liked this :) i'm kind of crying as i write it because it's the truth, but hopefully you find my pain amusing.
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Until next time,
Caio!
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