The Beginning of the End

Readers,




My name isn't important, but I'm from Stevenson High in the lowly town of Livonia, MI. Not the best entrance, I know. Anyway, I just finished the first (horrifying) week of school. My first hour teacher's crazy, my second; even crazier! Fourth hour sounds like crap, and my third hour's the only good hour. Everything’s a mess, especially the Marching Band

I've stayed after school to watch the Band practices, they're pretty good, except the Saxophones can't make a decent diagonal, curve, or line; it's quite pitiful. Low Brass are too quiet, that or I can’t hear them above the disgusting sound coming from the flutes and clarinets. The trumpet section is on the complete opposite end of the spectrum than the other sections, they're practically robotic; they march so well!

You'd think I'd be a person who'd be dorky enough to have this time, right? WRONG!!! I'm a happy sophomore I’ve got all the friends I need (or want), and yet I felt like ranting at the school since I'd be suspended for saying this out loud. I'll try to keep an eye out for new things to tease and talk smack about. Until then, Ciao



--Anonymous