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In our section we have one.
Clarinets: I HEART BRETT!
Brett: BE A LEADER!
Clarinets: EAT CUPCAKES! (Wear gloves!)
In Brett's freshman year he was the only male clarinet so the section thing was Brett and the Clarinets. I don't remember how it changed, but it did. The wear gloves in parenthesis is because there was this one really cold practice. Everything's normal but at the end of the practice Brett's hands were PURPLE! His hands were so friggin' cold! It was amazing how cold his hands were, I mean seriously. I don't think I've touched someone that cold. I've touched things not people. Wow. (Unrelated, but this one time I was walking around in Hastings with a bag around my wrist and as I was walking I was spinning it. I looked down and my hand was purple!)

Two flute players made a poster that says 'How now, brown cow' and taped it up on the band director's desk. Ha. So I guess it's a joke with our band too, but I don't know why.

Eh, my orchestra teacher can be really LAME sometimes. We were playing this one piece called Helium, and she got a real kick outta saying "Okay, we're going to practice Helium now. It's a real gas!" She always says it, and whenever she does, the whole orchestra will laugh *sarcastically* and then stop suddenly, and say "No. Just, no."
And now, whenever my friends and I hear the word 'helium', we always tend to yell "It's a real gas!"

Ah, I've remembered a few more...
1.) The orchestra was practicing with the band to work on two pieces that we would be playing together at the next concert. The clarinets were playing particularly quiet when it was supposed to be forte, so my teacher goes, "What? Why are you guys playing so soft? IT'S FORTE! Do you have so much spit caked up in there it won't make any noise?! C'MON! LET'S HEAR SOME NOISE FROM YOU GUYS!
Oh, and strings... Tone it down."

2.) It was the same day, still practicing with the band. We were working on a piece that my teacher thought needed quite a lot of percussion to fill it up a bit. But there were only two percussionists at the moment, and they were pretty overwhelmed with jobs to do for that piece. She wanted some crash symbols in it, but neither of the percussionists could do it. Well, there was this brass player that was walking out of the room to join the rest of the band (only a few band kids were practicing with us, the rest were in another room). Suddenly, my teacher yelled "Hey, you! Play the symbols for this piece!" Then the guy was like "I can't really... I don't play percussion..."
"Well I don't care! Get up there and play!"
So, he was kinda forced to play the crash symbols. He did fine... I s'pose. When we were done practicing, the teacher said to him, "Can you make it to the concert tonight? Or do you have plans? As in... a date?" He laughed and said he didn't, and my teacher replied with "Oh, not quite the ladies' man? Just great."
Well, yeah. That's basically all I can remember for now, though some pretty funny things happen in my orchestra class.

everyone in our band is percussionistist.....lol. All the "air-blowers" (hope I'm not offending anyone) always have to tune their intsruments and we percussionists have to wait for them. When our conductor wants to fix a piece she always fixes the non-percussionist pieces. lol. So me and my percussionist friend came up with this inside joke that everyone is like anti-percussion. lol. It's quite fun.
Even if they are anti-percussion we love each other all the same heart

Our band director is SO random.

SOME inside jokes:
1) RANDOM (its like our thing haha)
2) Loblolli tree
3) Civil War Trivia!

there is probably more i just cant think of any at the moment.
will edit soon biggrin

im a percussionest im god with my hands im not a blower rofl

in my band theres a guy fluit player gosh every one is so mean to him cause he blows