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Marching Bandisms:
Its
Being retarded
Loud
Crazy
Obnoxious
And dorky.
It’s not being able to feel your fingers.
It’s getting screamed at.
It’s laughing at people for no apparent reason.
It’s for no water breaks.
It’s dehydration.
It’s for the comfy uniforms.
It’s tripping over the lines on the football field.
It’s getting sprayed down by a fire truck.
It’s making fun of the band director.
It’s for the band director hitting you over the head with a folder of music for making fun of her/him.
It’s dropping someone else’s instrument and blaming it on the first person you see.
It’s forgetting to bring sun screen to band camp.
It’s being to lazy to bring sun screen.
It’s getting sunburn.
It’s having your friends poke at your sunburn all day and laughing when you flinch in pain.
It’s passing out.
It’s pretending to pass out during band practice so you can get out of it early.
It’s cleaning up the entire band room yourself because you tried to skip out of band practice.
It’s laughing at yourself.
It’s your first competition.
It’s celebrating because you got a score of 70.
It’s realizing that you got in last place.
It’s sitting on the side lines claiming that you are sick and in pain just so you don’t have to look like an idiot because you don’t know the show yet (even after a month of band camp.)
Its dinkles and marching band shoes.
It’s random drum sticks flying at your head.
It’s twisting you ankle.
It’s hipper drum majors.
Its obnoxious section leaders.
It’s refusing to cheer with the cheerleaders and instead screaming randomly.
Its sore feet.
It’s Chap Stick.
It’s naming your hair. (if you have questions review)
It’s relationships.
Its giggling like a retard.
It’s laughing so hard that coke comes out of your nose.
It’s looking up marching band stuff on you tube.
It’s putting up stuff on you tube of your band and random people in it.
Its making fun of the football players.
It’s running through the gym with “Football Players Suck!” t-shirts on and screaming at the top of your lungs while they are taking their daily nap.
It’s running into poles.
It’s going into the boys restroom to pie during a game because you think you are going to piss in your uniform and the girl’s restroom’s line is too long.
It’s getting sprayed with Axe.
It’s getting locked in the band room closet.
It’s forgetting your uniform.
It’s the buses leaving you during the band trip and leaving you clueless and helpless.
It’s realizing your friend is not on the bus and not telling anybody until a hour later and then laughing at your friend after he is finally picked up.
It’s being proud of being a band dork.
It’s crying during senior night when your section leader recalls all of the fun times you had together.
It’s seeing your band director cry.
It’s your band director giving the same lecture over and over again.
…..more than once
……every day
It’s the band bus.
It’s everybody sharing food.
It’s everybody sharing water.
…..and germs
…..esp. when they just sneezed all over the water
…..and you still continue to drink the water
It’s making fun of the cheer leaders.
It’s complaining to the school board that the cheerleaders are breaking the dress code when they wear their way too short cheerleading uniforms.
It’s wanting to wear your band uniform during spirit day.
It’s secretly thinking that the band director doesn’t know about your hatred to him/her, but then realizing they know.
It’s socks….that began as white and soon transformed into a brown piece of clothing with green mold inside.
Its having a secret crush with a person in the band…..so of course everyone in the band knows.
It’s looking up info on a college’s marching band.
It’s choosing your future college based on their marching band.
It’s complaining that other bands have more instruments than yours.
It’s doodling marching band related stuff on everything you own.
It’s eating.
It’s sleeping.
It’s dreaming of eating at band camp.
It’s dreaming of marching band.
It’s falling in the middle of a parade and creating a domino effect.
It’s dropping your drumsticks in the middle of a parade intentionally so you don’t have to play and so people will fall (you can point and laugh.)
It’s tripping and falling after marching into a huge pot hole in the middle of the road.
It’s when you stop playing in the middle of a concert to say “bless you” to a person in the audience…..in result screwing up the entire song.
It’s sitting on the top of a band seat, while the bus is moving to take off your pants to only reveal some pretty panties/boxers.
It’s a boy in marching band ‘accidentally’ walking onto the guard’s bus and seeing them in their not so pretty thongs and such.
It’s throwing up….on the bus.

Description
Marching Bandisms:
Its
Being retarded
Loud
Crazy
Obnoxious
And dorky.
It’s not being able to feel your fingers.
It’s getting screamed at.
It’s laughing at people for no apparent reason.
It’s for no water breaks.
It’s dehydration.
It’s for the comfy uniforms.
It’s tripping over the lines on the football field.
It’s getting sprayed down by a fire truck.
It’s making fun of the band director.
It’s for the band director hitting you over the head with a folder of music for making fun of her/him.
It’s dropping someone else’s instrument and blaming it on the first person you see.
It’s forgetting to bring sun screen to band camp.
It’s being to lazy to bring sun screen.
It’s getting sunburn.
It’s having your friends poke at your sunburn all day and laughing when you flinch in pain.
It’s passing out.
It’s pretending to pass out during band practice so you can get out of it early.
It’s cleaning up the entire band room yourself because you tried to skip out of band practice.
It’s laughing at yourself.
It’s your first competition.
It’s celebrating because you got a score of 70.
It’s realizing that you got in last place.
It’s sitting on the side lines claiming that you are sick and in pain just so you don’t have to look like an idiot because you don’t know the show yet (even after a month of band camp.)
Its dinkles and marching band shoes.
It’s random drum sticks flying at your head.
It’s twisting you ankle.
It’s hipper drum majors.
Its obnoxious section leaders.
It’s refusing to cheer with the cheerleaders and instead screaming randomly.
Its sore feet.
It’s Chap Stick.
It’s naming your hair. (if you have questions review)
It’s relationships.
Its giggling like a retard.
It’s laughing so hard that coke comes out of your nose.
It’s looking up marching band stuff on you tube.
It’s putting up stuff on you tube of your band and random people in it.
Its making fun of the football players.
It’s running through the gym with “Football Players Suck!” t-shirts on and screaming at the top of your lungs while they are taking their daily nap.
It’s running into poles.
It’s going into the boys restroom to pie during a game because you think you are going to piss in your uniform and the girl’s restroom’s line is too long.
It’s getting sprayed with Axe.
It’s getting locked in the band room closet.
It’s forgetting your uniform.
It’s the buses leaving you during the band trip and leaving you clueless and helpless.
It’s realizing your friend is not on the bus and not telling anybody until a hour later and then laughing at your friend after he is finally picked up.
It’s being proud of being a band dork.
It’s crying during senior night when your section leader recalls all of the fun times you had together.
It’s seeing your band director cry.
It’s your band director giving the same lecture over and over again.
…..more than once
……every day
It’s the band bus.
It’s everybody sharing food.
It’s everybody sharing water.
…..and germs
…..esp. when they just sneezed all over the water
…..and you still continue to drink the water
It’s making fun of the cheer leaders.
It’s complaining to the school board that the cheerleaders are breaking the dress code when they wear their way too short cheerleading uniforms.
It’s wanting to wear your band uniform during spirit day.
It’s secretly thinking that the band director doesn’t know about your hatred to him/her, but then realizing they know.
It’s socks….that began as white and soon transformed into a brown piece of clothing with green mold inside.
Its having a secret crush with a person in the band…..so of course everyone in the band knows.
It’s looking up info on a college’s marching band.
It’s choosing your future college based on their marching band.
It’s complaining that other bands have more instruments than yours.
It’s doodling marching band related stuff on everything you own.
It’s eating.
It’s sleeping.
It’s dreaming of eating at band camp.
It’s dreaming of marching band.
It’s falling in the middle of a parade and creating a domino effect.
It’s dropping your drumsticks in the middle of a parade intentionally so you don’t have to play and so people will fall (you can point and laugh.)
It’s tripping and falling after marching into a huge pot hole in the middle of the road.
It’s when you stop playing in the middle of a concert to say “bless you” to a person in the audience…..in result screwing up the entire song.
It’s sitting on the top of a band seat, while the bus is moving to take off your pants to only reveal some pretty panties/boxers.
It’s a boy in marching band ‘accidentally’ walking onto the guard’s bus and seeing them in their not so pretty thongs and such.
It’s throwing up….on the bus.