It was hysterical. We had a performance after school, so everyone had to come back to the school and set up, naturally. In the short hallway leading to the gym, people were just sitting and standing around, when some guy took a girs shoe and counted "One! Two! One two three four!" and started screeching "UNBREAK MY HEAAAAAAART!" while three others followed in a round. I walked off laughing, saying "Goddam. We got a shoe-jacking barbershop quartet."
So the band had to sit outside the gym while the orchestra got to sit on stage. Somebody showed up in mismatched shoes. It was funny, but I knew they had to rush because they live on the other side of the city. We had to tuck in our shirts, which pissed me the ******** off, because I don't look good with my pants tucked in. In fact, I look slovenly. Plus, my pants weren't made to be tucked in in the first place. Several people pointed it out, and to show my anger, I hiked my pants up urkel-style. this had people in the hallway and room alike literally roffling. Some band people played in the middle of the hallway, came into the orchestra room and stopped playing. I was distraught because as soon as they sounded remotely good, they stopped playing. So we shoved them out of the room.
When it was time for us to perform, we sucked. Then the band played. The ifrst sone was 5 repetitive notes over and over again. Wow. Then the band director announced they were about to play "Skullbusters". He then rambled on about how he heard it at a Jackson State game, and had never heard the words before. He then said "We're gonna try to play skullbusters."
They sounded SORRY. Even though the violist next to me and I were singing "We some skullbusters! We some skullbusters!" along to them. The wavered, stopped playing, and faded off during the song, and then always have the audacity to tell us we sound bad. If they stopped to think, they play grade one-half music, and can't seem to play it well, so..
then we sat there and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
And waited.
Then we got to leave.
Two violists, stand partners that sit near me, ran to the piano and one started to pray and preach. The other helped and acted like one of those women who caught the Holy Ghost and screamed, hollered, fell out, and carried on.
My dad happened to walk in the room, and started laughing at them, as they sscreamed "AND JEEEEEESUSSSS SAIIIIID! NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVAH! NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVAH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! and fell out.
He held his hand out, and said "ha hah.. heh he....*snicker snicker* C'mon, (name), let's go. *snicker* heh.." It was so funny. And then everybody could see and hear him, which made everyone else laugh today. Including me.
As we walked into the hallway, people were just standing around, as usual. I scrunched my nose up and yelled "What is that!? It smells like moldy feet and vomit!" One girl calmly pointed own the hallway and said "Some locker down there. It had old milk, juice, and hot pockets in it."
I started to think about the "mystery" of the cheese hand, and other odd things. So we walked down the hallway and I nearly doubled over and vomited on the floor. That s**t was VOLATILE.
Oddly enough, people only started talking about the stench after I brought it up. xd

Post Script: Earlier before the performance, my dad was walking down the famed hallway, and I was in another, banging on the door. Of course, he was too engrossed in his phone to notice, and someone had to come back and open the door while he kept on walking. What's truly embarrassing is that the person said "I guess your dad would've got it, but he couldn't hear 'cuz he was on the phone." I was pissed at my dad for a while after.