i found something id like to share with all you band kids out there

THINGS YOUR MOTHER NEVER TOLD YOU ABOUT MARCHING BAND!!!

-Those horrible, hot days of summer band.
-Rehearsing drill until your legs burn.
-Doing the show until you are positively sick of the band director saying, “Let's do it just one more time."
-Loading and unloading instruments, carrying flags and props on and off the field with the timing of a military offensive, day after day after day.
-Ice to relieve bruises on wrists, foreheads, and ankles.
-Swollen lips.
-Doing exercises.
-Standing at attention for five more minutes than you can bear.
-Sunburn.
-Wanting to sell your soul for five more minutes of sleep.
-Flags in the face, rifles in the ribs.
-Wanting to give it all up and join the chess team.
-Hearing the show music in your sleep.
-Sectionals.  
-Heartburn.  
-Heartbreak.
-Drumming on everything in sight.  
-Tossing anything you can pick up.
-Thinking marching band was a stupid way to get out of PE.
-Running laps because someone else was late. Again.
-Realizing color guard looked a lot easier than it is.
-Doing more exercises.
-Wondering what happened to your life.
-Eating dinner in the car while changing clothes and doing homework.
-Lost shoes and lost mouthpieces.  
-Blood blisters on your palms.
-Long underwear under your uniform and icy wind in your face.
-Learning the fine art of sleeping on a bus.
-Tears and teasing.
-Learning that you have 100 new brothers and sisters who will stick by you through thick and thin.  
-Knowing you that have 200 new parents who will cheer for you, no matter what.
-Laughing at each other's jokes and learning more about yourself than you ever knew.  
-Doing more exercises.
-Thinking the show will never work. Or end. And then, finally, it all comes together, and you have achieved perfection, drumming your hands off and playing your brains out and tossing higher than the sky.
-A slice of time in a stadium when everyone cheers and your mom cries and pictures get taken and once, just once, you have the world in your hands.
-And the band marches out of the stadium and down the street, always together whether it's success or not, and you know by the feeling in your heart it doesn't get any better than this.
-And you know if your director asked you to turn around and ‘do it just one more time, a little better,’ you would.

-Detailed sex ed lessons.

-Bus rides back to school...at night...

-Being afraid of the flashlight/handchecks.

- The point you want to give in and then the first performance hits... and nothing else matters at that point of your life.

-Talking about Old School Nickelodeon on the way back from competitions/games (and singing the theme songs. Camp Anawanna, anyone?)
-You'll sleep on anything and everything.
-Don't sit/get too close to the dance team/color guard; you'll be doused with hairspray and glitter and will reek of perfume.
-Anything you eat with cheese will be on your uniform, no matter what.
-Acting like a doofus in front of everyone and not caring.
-99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall will reach into the negatives eventually.
-At least one person will be late coming back from 3rd quarter break.

-Singing until death threats ensue.

anyone want to add???