Monthly Archives: August 2012

What I’d LIKE To Say To The Athletic Director At Our School But Probably Won’t

My daughter is in marching band.  She plays mellophone in MB and french horn in orchestra band.  She can also play flute and piccolo.  Every summer, the high school marching band kids go through a little thing called Band Camp.  For the first week, they rehearse from 7am til noon.  Second week, they are working from 7am til 10pm with occasional social things thrown in.  Third week, they are back to 7am to noon.  Then they have a couple more multi-hour practices and then school starts.  Once school starts, they rehearse every Tuesday and Thursday night from 6-9pm on the football field and every Wednesday afternoon from 3-5pm on the black top in the parking lot.  There are 240-ish kids in our marching band.  We have what is, in my opinion, the best band director in the state and maybe the country.  Our band wins awards and marches in big famous parades and tours Europe and stuff like that.

Last week while our kids were busting their butts in 90 degree heat for roughly 13 hours per day, the soccer coach at our high school complained to the athletic director that on Tuesday and Thursday nights, our MB rehearsals bother him because the big loud metronome they use when they are learning is irritating to him.  Awwww, booo hoooo….   So our athletic director told our band director that we could not use the football field on Tues and Thurs because we irritate the soccer coach who is playing on an adjacent field.  They ended up working it out and we still get screwed, but not as thoroughly as we originally thought we would.  This is the scenario, the following is what I would like to say to the soccer coach AND the athletic director.

Dear Whiners,

Our marching band kids are athletes.  They stretch, march forward, backward and sideways, all the while playing difficult music that they must memorize.  Most of them lose significant amounts of weight during their training season and sustain athletic injuries like torn achilles tendons, muscle pulls and cuts and bruises.  One of our color guard girls had a sabre cracked into the underside of her chin last week that required stitches on one part of the injury and glue on the other part.  She sat holding ice on the wound and watched what was happening so she would not be behind and she was there bright and early the next morning to continue working.  If our kids do MB for two years in a row they are excused from a year of gym classes, same as soccer players, football players, baseball players and cheerleaders

Marching band kids have parents who pay taxes on their homes.  Thousands of dollars a year of taxes on their homes, with the overwhelming majority of said money going to the school district to pay for educating our kids and providing facilities for them to use for their various activities.  There are waaay more MB parents paying those taxes than soccer parents.  Our kids have every right to use the facilities that we pay for.

Our marching band is award-winning.  BIG awards.  Grand Champions at all but one of the competitions we attended last year.  Our marching band wins so many trophies in fact during the course of a season, that there is not room for them at the school and kids who win various marching band awards get to choose from the mountain of trophies and take one home at the end of the season.  Can the soccer team say that?  Nope.

Our marching band has performed in the Rose Bowl parade, toured Europe and is going to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade in 2013.  Hundreds of high school bands applied to be a part of that parade and ours was one of only 12 I think, that were accepted.  Has the soccer team done anything like that?  Nope.

Our marching band has given our school district countless opportunities to demonstrate to the world the excellence of our schools and our students.  When our band marches into a stadium for a competition, you can hear everyone in the stands groan, because they know that in all likelihood, they don’t stand a chance against us.  Can the soccer team say the same?  My educated guess is, Nope.

So, athletic whiners, if you don’t like Dr. Beat, go to Wal-mart and buy some earplugs.  We have work to do and unfortunately for you apparently, we compete on football fields and in order to maintain our excellence, we need to practice on the football field.  If the earplugs are not enough, put your balls in a bag and go to the freshman building to play or practice or whatever you are doing.  In order for US to go to the other field, we have to use two large panel trucks to transport our equipment.  It costs a fortune to move our stuff and since we are self-funded and get ZERO dollars from the district, we can’t afford to do that twice a week.  Your balls will fit in a trunk and your kid’s parents can drop them off at the other field.

Band geeks of the world unite!  No more second fiddle to sports!  We ARE a sport and we are an EXCELLENT team that deserves to use the facilities that we pay for just as much as people who play with balls.

Thank you,

Rabid Band Mom

Have a lovely evening and be good to one another 🙂

Why So Serious???

The world is a super strange place and some of the people in it are strange too.  If you have read this blog, you know that most of what I write is not serious.  Most of it is humorous and most of the people who read it find it humorous.  Sometimes I write with sarcasm, sometimes I point out things that to most normal people, are ridiculous or wasteful.  Sometimes I write about things that I find annoying or funny or hypocritical or lacking in common sense.  Sometimes I tell stories about my life.  Most all of it is done with humor.

If you have a comment about something I have written, I would love to hear from you whether you agree with me or not.  It’s ok if you don’t agree, that is what makes the world interesting.  If we all agreed, the world would be a boring place, full of Stepford people who march in lock-step with one another, creating a scary science fiction like existence.  What I DON’T want to hear and what I will NOT acknowledge or approve for publication on my blog is cruelty, rudeness, profanity or ignorance.  If you disagree with me, by all means, let me know, but do it with decency and respect.  If you have no sense of humor, if you can dish it out but not take it, if you are crude, rude, mean, small-minded or ignorant, don’t read this blog.  WordPress and the world, is a big place, my little corner of it shouldn’t dominate your thoughts or cause your blood pressure to rise.  In fact, if I write about something remotely controversial, within the first sentence or two, I warn you and if you don’t want to hear what I have to say, go away.

That is the beautiful thing about freedom.  When you are free, you have choices.  If I choose to write about shoes or wasting millions of taxpayer dollars studying the already known fact that radiation spreads, invades bodies and is bad and I think that is a wasteful and less than intelligent use of time and money, I’m gonna do it.  If you don’t like what I write, you don’t have to read it.  Ever.  No one is forcing you to sign on to this website and read my ramblings.

So, now that I’ve laid a few ground rules for visiting Hollytopia, I plan to get back to regular topics.  My family has had a rough time this summer, dealing with relocating my mother to a nursing home.  It’s been hard and I haven’t had a lot of time for writing, but things are calming down now and I’m baaaaaack.  I’m gonna get back to voicing my observations and opinions.  If you can’t stand the heat, get out of my kitchen.  If you want an occasional chuckle or a voice who is saying something that you think, but wouldn’t say out loud, come on along for the ride.

Be kind to one another and lighten up for God’s sake 🙂