My old band teacher hates me.
And he showed it, too.
I got in trouble at least five times for not looking strait ahead, crossing my legs, and not tounging as well as I could have. It was hell.
But it was fun. I have at least seven upperclassmen friends now.
G y p s i e 2 2 3 · Tue Jul 12, 2005 @ 02:02am · 2 Comments |