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 Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 12:17 pm
Who is Puffer Fish Me: *in H's office, looking for music to make copies for our contralto clarinet* H: *walks in to get his baton* Oh, there you are. Looking for music? Me: Yep. Jordan forgot hers. H: Carry on, then. *five minutes later* Me: *finally gets to sit back in my section* H: HEY. WHY AREN'T YOU TUNING THE TIMPANI? I SAID FIVE MINUTES AGO THAT WE'RE PLAYING CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL. Me: ...I was in your office finding Jordan's music, remember? H: Oh, right. Uh...can you make copies of second trombone and baritone for the other band's songs for me? Me: ...don't yell at me for not playing this time because IT'S YOUR FAULT. lol...your teacher seems to have some seriously funny moments =D
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 12:54 pm
This happened today so yeah.
It's the end of class and my band teahcer looks at me while I'm putting my stuff away.
Band teacher: Alainna I love your hair color!
Me:Uhm.... Thanks.....
Band Teacher: I want a kid witth that hair color, it'd be so cool!
My friend:It probably won't happen though.
Band teache:Yeah..........
My friend said the last part to make it sound dissapointing so he didn't like it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 1:29 pm
@redheadsrule13 me and you have the same hair color
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 2:37 pm
My band teacher, Mrs. Echandy (We used to call her Mrs.E-Candy) loved to pick on the percussion, mostly because they failed epically. And once when her pale face was as red as her curly, chin length hair, she stomped to the back of the room, took their sticks and threw them at them saying, "YOU ARE IDIOTS!" but we only had two percussionists that day and they were those creepy emo Mexican kids from 6th grade. One fell to the floor crying and the other knocked over his music stand and walked out of the room. Then Mrs.E-candy pointed to me, the most beautiful Alto Saxophone player in the world, and said, "YOU! Go play percussion, please darling." although I have never touched drumsticks, I put down Alex (My sexy-phone.) and went to go percussion and did better than they did. The emo kid never stopped crying. And the other one didn't come back. xD
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Posted: Wed Dec 15, 2010 6:53 pm
Crumpet the Tea My band teacher, Mrs. Echandy (We used to call her Mrs.E-Candy) loved to pick on the percussion, mostly because they failed epically. And once when her pale face was as red as her curly, chin length hair, she stomped to the back of the room, took their sticks and threw them at them saying, "YOU ARE IDIOTS!" but we only had two percussionists that day and they were those creepy emo Mexican kids from 6th grade. One fell to the floor crying and the other knocked over his music stand and walked out of the room. Then Mrs.E-candy pointed to me, the most beautiful Alto Saxophone player in the world, and said, "YOU! Go play percussion, please darling." although I have never touched drumsticks, I put down Alex (My sexy-phone.) and went to go percussion and did better than they did. The emo kid never stopped crying. And the other one didn't come back. xD Aww! Poor emo kid! Dl
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:15 pm
xXAnachronIsmEpsIceXx Crumpet the Tea My band teacher, Mrs. Echandy (We used to call her Mrs.E-Candy) loved to pick on the percussion, mostly because they failed epically. And once when her pale face was as red as her curly, chin length hair, she stomped to the back of the room, took their sticks and threw them at them saying, "YOU ARE IDIOTS!" but we only had two percussionists that day and they were those creepy emo Mexican kids from 6th grade. One fell to the floor crying and the other knocked over his music stand and walked out of the room. Then Mrs.E-candy pointed to me, the most beautiful Alto Saxophone player in the world, and said, "YOU! Go play percussion, please darling." although I have never touched drumsticks, I put down Alex (My sexy-phone.) and went to go percussion and did better than they did. The emo kid never stopped crying. And the other one didn't come back. xD Aww! Poor emo kid! Dl I don't worry about 'em. They'll live.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:20 pm
I have a crazy, never married, fat, chinese band director who's only hobby outside of band is gardening. He is notorious for his words of wisdom that never make sense...such as..."Don't count your chickens before they hatch because we're having turkey for dinner." "If you're wearing your red Pumpkin Smashing T-shirt, we're going to leave you behind in hostile, enemy territory." "You need to pay more attention to band and not your Twitterface." "Let's play that Lady Goo-Goo song." "Did all the ostriches at the zoo get loose and drive through the streets, causing a pile up and making you all late to class?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 7:20 pm
xX-Venom90-Xx @redheadsrule13 me and you have the same hair color That's cool Might as well stick a story in this quote! Well today my band teacher was saying "so you guys wanna hear the herpes story?" And you hear people saying yeah and stuff, then he mentioned the clarinet section had requested to here it. (I'm in it, but enver heard the story.) He begins. "Well there was this one day when I threw my baton on the floor, anyways Sarah (a girl in band) went to go pick it up," She had picked it up much to his surprise. He had went to go say, no don't touch that you'll get leprosy, but instead he said, "No don't touch that you'll get herpes!" Sarah then dropped it back on the floor. Somehow in the week Sarah then said something like this on the bus, "Mr.Krum gave me herpes," everybody's starring at her and asking her if he really did and stuff, but he didn't. Then while listening to the story Sarah said alound that she told her parents too, and Mr.Krum was showing in scales how much he feared certain things. 1st:Fear for job 2nd: Fear for life, and what else comes after that. It was so funny!
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 3:53 am
-Putting away my instrument-
Tapia:"No need to kneel to my awesomeness,its too too much!"
Me:"You tell me this everyday and i say the same thing as usual."
Tapia:"Because your normal that's why..."
Me:"More normal then you and your positive attitude everyday!"
Tapia:"You know what?You're alright for someone that can't their notes right and got put into the second only to get second chair because Robert missed sectionals and Marina and Destiny can't play to save their live.You're pretty nice."
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Tapia:"It's ok that you have issues,were here to solve them together."
Me:"No,i'm good."
Tapia:"Eh!Be rude!No wonder you messed up Christmas Spectacular!"
Me:"That was the saxophones fault they speed up during Carol of the Bells!"
-Eddie walks into the room-
Tapia:"Dang it Eddie go away can't you see were talking about your mistakes and her anger and resentment to you!"
Me:"How dare you bring up old issues and he's always trying to be a show off and speed up!"
Tapia:"This just now proves you have pent up anger."
Me:"Oh your good..."
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 1:39 pm
This was to all our woodwinds.**Not me xD*
Him: YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL! YOU HAVE TO COME IN AT THE RIGHT STOP!
Woodwinds: Huh?
Everyone eles: Lol lol lol!
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 1:46 pm
Mr. A: rehearsal mark D, as in Delicious Dogs!
Then later:
Mr. A grabs something from a treat plate and some kid goes: what are you eating?
His reply, right on the mark: delicious dog, obviously.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 2:17 pm
@Hypochondriac: He...has his moments. Like the following.
Hartmetz: Where's the music?
Me: I put it on your chair.
Hartmetz: ...PASS IT OUT. I told you to pass it out!
Me: No you di--you were showing the video, I didn't want to get in the way!
Hartmetz: *makes mocking nonsense noises*
Me: *does the same*
Someone: What are you, five?
Us: Yes.
Me: We don't have enough people for Early Light.
Caroline: Get some flutes to play percussion!
Me: ...eehhh...
Hartmetz: Yeah. I hate to say it but anyone can play percussion.
Me: ...thanks. Thanks, H.
Hartmetz: lol
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Who is Puffer Fish Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 2:55 pm
Our teacher recently chewed out our lead drummer in our wind ensemble for missing a pickup.He said,
What did the drummer get on his music page? DROOL.What did he get on his ACT?DROOOOL. What did he get on his suspended symbol? A SMASHED IN CRATER THE SIZE OF HIS FACE! LOL
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 6:55 am
Hartmetz: Will, keep your bell in your stand until you get your Bach. I don't want to hear that much trumpet.
Will: lol okay.
*minutes later*
Hartmetz: WILL. Keep your bell in your stand!
Will: What? Okay.
*minutes later*
Hartmetz: ...ALEX. If Will takes his bell out of his stand, I want you to hit him with something.
Alex: *holds up a drumstick* This?
Hartmetz: No, heavier.
Alex: *picks up the brake drum (it's literally a brake from a car, for anyone who doesn't know)* This?
Hartmetz: Perfect.
Alex: *mimes hitting Will in the head*
Will: I don't think I want to know what he's holding, do I?
Hartmetz: No, you don't. Just keep your bell in your stand and you'll never need to know.
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Who is Puffer Fish Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 12:07 pm
Who is Puffer Fish Hartmetz: Will, keep your bell in your stand until you get your Bach. I don't want to hear that much trumpet. Will: lol okay. *minutes later* Hartmetz: WILL. Keep your bell in your stand! Will: What? Okay. *minutes later* Hartmetz: ...ALEX. If Will takes his bell out of his stand, I want you to hit him with something. Alex: *holds up a drumstick* This? Hartmetz: No, heavier. Alex: *picks up the brake drum (it's literally a brake from a car, for anyone who doesn't know)* This? Hartmetz: Perfect. Alex: *mimes hitting Will in the head* Will: I don't think I want to know what he's holding, do I? Hartmetz: No, you don't. Just keep your bell in your stand and you'll never need to know. Haha nice. I could see my old direcotr doing soemthign like this. Except we have an even better replacement for the brakedrum: a metal table made of a railroad tie. It was made for our band by the bari sax, because the brake drum wasn't loud enough for Song of the Blacksmith. May's way of teaaching us rollstep: "Pretend that I put a bunch of sensors on the bottom of your shoes. You ahve to hit every sensor as you march. If you don't, electrified monkeys will come and zap you until you do so. And if you cotinue doing it, theres a reason you aren't allowed in the secret room above the uniform room."
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