Friday, August 24, 2012
FYI
I wanted everyone to know that the reason Mr. Barrett wasn't in band this morning is because his father passed away suddenly last night from a heart attack. Remember him, Mrs. Barrett, and the rest of the family in your prayers this weekend.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Great week!
Perry's mad at me. I didn't take him to band camp. I tried to
explain that if THE Perry showed up, he would distract all the new
students. It's hard enough for me to get you to listen to ME...imagine
the difficulty if a "star" was in the room. I don't think that helped.
I wanted to thank everyone for a job well done at band camp. As always I came in expecting the worst. (I am not as dumb as you think and know that most of you never pick up your instrument over the summer.) And as always, you prove me WRONG! I was overwhelmed at the balance we have already started with. I was impressed with the newbies who actually learned their music. (Trace & Eddie only had their instruments for a few days and came in like pros!) I have compiled a special list of "thanks" and "no thanks" for the past week. Enjoy....
Special thanks to....
Enjoy your last few days of freedom.
Oh, don't forget.
PRACTICE BEFORE WEDNEDAY
A LOT! :)
I wanted to thank everyone for a job well done at band camp. As always I came in expecting the worst. (I am not as dumb as you think and know that most of you never pick up your instrument over the summer.) And as always, you prove me WRONG! I was overwhelmed at the balance we have already started with. I was impressed with the newbies who actually learned their music. (Trace & Eddie only had their instruments for a few days and came in like pros!) I have compiled a special list of "thanks" and "no thanks" for the past week. Enjoy....
Special thanks to....
- Caleb, Matthew Holmes, & Tommus for keeping the insanity to a minimal. (Only once dressing up in the 1984 color guard outfits? I'm impressed.)
- Ashley, Sarah, & Savannah for checking out uniforms/tuxes for me on the first day.
- The percussion--for keeping their aloofness to a minimal. Kade...Blake...now that I know it is possible, I'll make
- Neil for not acting like the low brass so I didn't have to yell at him this year (and then later feel guilty and draw flowers for him as an I'm sorry.)
- Trace for bringing me get well cookies
- Rebekah who is going to be an amazing band-aide. The library is neater than it's been in...a LONG time!
- Andrea for not hurting Neil.
- Caleb for sitting right next to me. You may have thought you were ignoring me, but I rather enjoyed hearing your mature tuba sound.
- Braden for bringing me sausage rolls!
- The low brass for actually DOING their sectional.
- David for wearing the hamburger shirt. As ugly as it is, it has this special cool factor about it.
- Matthew Hu mom for being there to fill in if I needed to go to the doctor.
- Maddi & Leandrea for not falling off the cliff on the day they SKIPPED band camp.
- Tyler who helped me carry stuff in one day.
- Kai because I can't think of anything naughty he did.
- Caleb for changing the background of my computer to the ugliest dog in the world.
- Caleb (again) for stealing my phone and changing the names of my contacts....For example: Ginger (Andrea)
- The people who took extra pizza and we ran out before the poor 8th graders got food (naughty)
- The ants, wasps, and scorpions who once again found their way into the bandroom over the summer. (I'm sure we'll find a snake soon.)
- Dylan for coming up with a ridiculous question to everything we had to review. (Where do you come up with these things?)
- Caleb & Tommus who had to had their own comments to every little rule in the band handbook.
- Caleb & Matthew who switched instruments when I had to go into my office.
- Savannah for spilling Braden's coffee all over the uniform room, the fan, her shoes, her legs...
- Everyone who always seemed to be on their cell phones when I walked into sectionals.
- Cade and the bass drums for always playing over. Typical trumpet, but percussion?
Enjoy your last few days of freedom.
Oh, don't forget.
PRACTICE BEFORE WEDNEDAY
A LOT! :)
Friday, August 3, 2012
Band Camp Schedule (Revised)
Saturday
(Aug. 4)—Color Guard Fundraiser Only
Monday (Aug
6)—CHANGE: STAYING AT BYNG
9:00-10:30—Music
Rehearsal
10:30-10:45—Snack Break
(Provided)
10:45-11:30— Sectionals
11:30-12:00—Marching
Rehearsal (Indoor)
12:00—12:30—LUNCH! (Provided)
12:30-1:00—Sectionals
1:00-2:00—Music
Rehearsal
7:00—MANDANTORY Handbook Meeting for
Students and Parent/Guardian. (Signing of Medical release forms—bring insurance
card so we can make a copy or bring a copy to staple to the medical release
form.)
Tuesday
(Aug 7)—As Originally Scheduled
9:00-10:00—Music
Rehearsal
10:00-10:30—Marching
Rehearsal (Indoor)
10:30-11:15—Sectionals
11:15-12:00-Music Rehearsal
12:00-5:00 Percussion
(lunch provided for percussion only)
6:00pm-8:00—Color Guard
Practice
Wednesday
(Aug 8)—As Originally Scheduled
9:00-10:00—Music
Rehearsal
10:00-10:30—Marching
Rehearsal (Indoor)
10:30-11:15—Sectionals
11:15-12:00-Music Rehearsal
12:00-5:00 Percussion
(lunch provided, percussion only)
Saturday
(Aug 11)—
8:30-2:00 –Car Wash
(New Location—Ada Ford)
(Sign
up for times next week. We will have a
tent this year to wash under!)
5:00-7:00—Band Camp’s
Over Party! (Location, Map, &
Details given next week.)
Perry, My Hero
The following account is Smitty's kidney issues from Perry's point of view.
The night was like any normal Tuesday evening. Smitty returned from Bible study and was settled into her house watching some Olympic activity. I do recall Smitty getting angry at once of the announcers when they mentioned a female swimmer of age 29 was really too old to be a competitive threat. (Smitty is still convinced that she can find an Olympic sport she isn't too old for.)
Sometime after midnight, I heard Smitty thrashing around the bathroom. She was somewhere between vomiting and trying to kill a scorpion. I decided to be the gentleman that I am, and kill the deadly creature while Smitty focused on her toilet. I knew Smitty was sick when about 30 minutes later she crawled into the living room for a phone and called her parents. I learned this summer that Smitty likes to be alone when she's sick. I couldn't imagine her wanting an audience.
When her parents arrived about 10 minutes later, it was quickly decided that Smitty needed to go to the hospital. I volunteered to drive. Her parents declined the invitation. However, when Smitty learned that her dad was going home sick and her mother would be driving, she secretly wanted me to escort her to the hospital.
After much moaning and vomiting, the people at the ER finally got enough drugs in Smitty's system that she could talk in complete sentences instead of exasperated groans. (Probably some of the exasperated groans was the fact that the ER asks the same questions over and over and over and over.) A CT scan soon revealed that poor Smitty had a kidney infection and some stones in her kidney's. Smitty was given more drugs in the IV, meds for home, was told to drink a lot, and to rest.
The night was like any normal Tuesday evening. Smitty returned from Bible study and was settled into her house watching some Olympic activity. I do recall Smitty getting angry at once of the announcers when they mentioned a female swimmer of age 29 was really too old to be a competitive threat. (Smitty is still convinced that she can find an Olympic sport she isn't too old for.)
Sometime after midnight, I heard Smitty thrashing around the bathroom. She was somewhere between vomiting and trying to kill a scorpion. I decided to be the gentleman that I am, and kill the deadly creature while Smitty focused on her toilet. I knew Smitty was sick when about 30 minutes later she crawled into the living room for a phone and called her parents. I learned this summer that Smitty likes to be alone when she's sick. I couldn't imagine her wanting an audience.
When her parents arrived about 10 minutes later, it was quickly decided that Smitty needed to go to the hospital. I volunteered to drive. Her parents declined the invitation. However, when Smitty learned that her dad was going home sick and her mother would be driving, she secretly wanted me to escort her to the hospital.
After much moaning and vomiting, the people at the ER finally got enough drugs in Smitty's system that she could talk in complete sentences instead of exasperated groans. (Probably some of the exasperated groans was the fact that the ER asks the same questions over and over and over and over.) A CT scan soon revealed that poor Smitty had a kidney infection and some stones in her kidney's. Smitty was given more drugs in the IV, meds for home, was told to drink a lot, and to rest.
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