We didn't have band camp; we had "show up to the band room at school, practice your heart out for a while, then screw off the rest of the session" camp. We had a mallet instructor come from a nearby college to help with the teaching. I swear this guy was the most emo guy I have ever seen. I'll see if i can get a pic for ya. Piercings everywhere, listened to Smashing Pumpkins, drove an old school Volkswagen Beetle sittin on custom 15" rims, deep blue paint job, had an old-sounding ooooga car horn, pushin an alpine head unit with 12's in the trunk (in the front to); this guy could play the bells like no one else. Me and the other to "malleteers" became the envy of every school that year because of the stuff we learned. Never had that much fun in my life. I liked our makeshift band camp lol.