So, first of all I'd like to point out that this is indeed a rant. If you don't want to hear me gripe, GET OUT NOW.

I've had a long stream of waaaaaay too much stuff to do and not enough time. I love marching band, love love love it, but I've had so many practices and games and competitions that I'm just plain worn out. Not that I'm complaining about that part--- like I said, I love being in the marching band--- but the truth is, I don't have a lot of energy for any more crap than is absolutely necessary in my life. Which is why chorus class is even more horrible than I originally assumed.

Okay, first of all, a majority of the kids in that class are trouble-makers. Detention-getting law-breaking hoodlums. A few of them are as mean as snakes, and the rest of them are constantly sugarhigh. There's always horseplay, and the talking, dear God, the talking is endless, not to mention the perpetual flood of bad attitudes and disrespect. Secondly, the teacher is way too darn nice to do anything about it most of the time, and when the seniors try to take charge, we're ignored, because, frankly, we aren't the teacher. I highly doubt any of them would listen to us if we were. So, basically, all we do is bicker and gripe and we don't get a thing done. Only three days in the past four weeks of school have I left that class in a good mood, and my lack of energy does not help.

Also, today, some stupid freaking moron decided to write a fake bomb threat just to get out of class. It was an utter failure, because it wasn't discovered until after classes let out, and even so, they're going to go to juvy. That's all there is to it. The end. So basically its the stupidest thing ever. It doesn't do anything but waste time, and this time, it directly wasted MY time. First of all, the building was evacuated before the band had a chance to get our equipment, so I was stuck without a flag, and the whole colorguard was "air-flagging" and the band had to SING their music, and they were horribly off-tempo. And secondly, MY BACKPACK IS STILL IN THAT FRICKIN' BAND ROOM. I had to leave it there overnight because I couldn't stay and wait for the cops to clear out. I was going to have two beautiful pieces of art ready for you all tonight, but they're in the band room. Aaaah, my brand new Caboose backpack... I bet it has dog drool all over it from the bomb dogs.

*sigh* Anyway, I hope to have those pictures up tomorrow. God, band has eaten up so much of my life, it's ended up in my art. I can't draw a saxophone to save my life.

Meeehhh....

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