Week Five

Helping out at school or volunteering really isn't that bad, I don't see why everyone hates it. Friday comes along and I leave school then come back an hour later. I walk to the Choir room and sign in. Get my head set and start on percussion set up. I had a lot of fun watching the 8th graders play and be nervous, hoping for a gold from the ISSMA band competition. My cousin, the "Secret Weapon", came along with his dad because he is a band director, I guess that means I have music in my blood. I caught up with him and possibly encouraged other underclassmen to stick with band no matter how bad their band director is. Afterwards I left the school and had some McDonald's.