Shoulda Been A Trojan!...

One time at band camp.... I remember those days like it was yesterday. High school for me was such an awesome experience. Now tonight I could only look at the marching band and think back to all the fun I had. Tonight was MHS first home Varsity football game, like always the stands were packed and the energy was high. My mother is the president of the Instrumental Boosters which they are the main people who run the concession stand and do the annual football program. Since I am the perfect daughter I help my mother out every football game with the concessions and programs and whatever anyone else needs. I feel important and my mom feels a little less stressed having me there. The team won, I can't tell you the score because I was too busy working, but I did take off time to watch the band during half time. It's almost sad to think that I will never be able to do that again, so now I'm one of the sorry stragglers that help out just to be near this band.
I came from a private Lutheran school, I had gone there since kindergarten, there were always 32 people in my class every year and every year it was the same faces. I reached 9th grade and got sent to a huge public school with I don't know how many thousands of kids. Overwhelming but exhilarating to say the least. Having some musical talent, I joined the marching band. No I wasn't a flute player and heaven forbid I play the clarinet, no ...I was (still am) a drummer. Here I am this little 9th grader girl in a huge new school and now I'm playing drums with 15 boys. Boys? Holy Shit, hot teenage boys that knew how to drum, I felt like a piece of meat but at the same time I felt I was on a pedestal. Slapping on a drum with large breasts gets you everywhere you would want to be in highschool. I quickly made friends with all the drummers and a few select trumpet players that wished they were drummers. It was such a tight group it was almost like a Mafia. We took no shit from any of the sorry ass wind players, we gave hell to the instructor, who can hear him yell when you have 16 drums hacking away at one time? I was an entity, soon I had a cadence named after me, even thought it wasn't the most clean cadence it was a cadence. Don't get me wrong I was never a slut in highschool and I still am not, but huge breasts and an interest in guy stuff got me everywhere. I never have felt like I belonged anywhere like I did when I was in band. Its amazing to be at attention staring at the crowd, them waiting for you to make a move. Finally the whistle blows and fast carry begins. All the hard work at the camps at Michigan State University played off. After a week of vigorous exercise some crappy food and gallons of water a day I would come out tan and a few pounds lighter, with a heed full of new music and moves. The dances at night and throwing undies out the window on the 6th floor of the dorm rooms was great. Sneaking out on lunch and walking 3 miles to the nearest mickey dee's to eat decent food, it was like breaking out of jail, but us drummers didn't care, if we were caught we said nothing, everyone takes the fall for everyone. I look now at the small drummers marching along and they still use the same cadences and still act the same, they think they have come up with new material but I remember when we did the same. I have the most respect for those drummers, and I hope they don't throw this time of their life out the window. Once your a drummer, you're always a drummer, you will have fellow drummers to fall back on, you will have fellow drummers to watch your back. Comrades, brothers, whatever, they made me whom I am today, a sarcastic, loud, sneaky, mischievous, drum beating girl. Thank you guys for making me feel that even though I have a vagina and breasts I can still kick the tuba,flute,clarinet,sax,and trumpets ass all with one beat of my stick.