Fourteen and a half.

I meant to write a blog yesterday about the official first day of band camp and drumline audition... But I was in pain, sore, extremely tired, and nauseated. That's why this is called Fourteen and a half days because today is the second day and it has not yet started and I'm going to talk about yesterday.

Everyone usually gets pumped up and psyched for band camp and drumline is one of the few sections that get especailly pumped. This year, although we were psyched for band camp, we were also dreading it. Auditions were held the first day instead of back in May like it should have been.

I had been weary and anxious since the morning marching rehearsal of the full band. Then finally after Band 101, we were scooted off to the gym with our drums. Ok, well not ours. I was extremely nervous because I knew I wanted snare so bad but I couldn't act cocky as if I was going to get it. But I played well, remembering all the other 'auditions' or single playing things I had to do and how I screwed up. So I didn't screw up BADLY, but my rolls deff need a lot of work. My fingers are all sore and feel broken. My right index finger got a blister and like the num nut I am, I tore it off. Two words, Searing Pain. I don't even know how I'll begin to play today. So eventually, at the auditions it came down to Anthony and I. That was the most nerve racking thing ever! Because, no offense to him or anything, I had already been on drumline for a year and was used to the memorizing music, even it wasn't the same type. I still had that skill. He was pretty good for a sophomore but I had been pining for this since as long as I can remember. Apparently, it was a difficult decision because Mr. P had to consult like five different people. HE consult Ian about a dozen times. It came to the conclusion that Mr. P would put both of us on, a five person snare line now a six person snare line, and who ever would give and be the 'bigger' person who saw as being on snare a difficult thing, he expected us to go on bass to make the 'better decision' for the drumline. Basically, I have a lot of pressure on me to get better and I plan to. It's just really stressing to think that my spot isn't permanent.

There's a whole list of things I could go on about but it's not worth it to get so riled up in the morning.

Needless to say, I was sore and exhausted by the end of the day. I came home, practiced, took a shower, and it was off to bed by eleven. Right now, my leg muscles are so weak I'm wondering how I'll stand today.

I also have a doctor's appointment today. At first, I thought this was a good thing, to get a break. Then realized it was a bad thing because if anything is gone over today.... then I won't know it.

At least today is the second day. Tomorrow is the last of the three 12 hours day.

And oh yeah, I've still haven't moved a page in my APUSH or GOW.