What are the stereotypes?
“Hey Sami are you ready for some awesome roller coasters here at Six Flags?” Matt (trombone) says as I step off of the bus with my best friend Regan right on my heels. Before I am able to utter a syllable, Regan grabs my elbow and whispers, “Wait I thought we were going to ride everything in the park today.” Now granted I love my best friend, but she is not the best person to ride roller coasters with since she scares easily. Based off of their sectionals, which I was so gracious to attend, I know Matt and the rest of the low brass gang would be really fun to associate with today. With mental note in my head, I realize I have taken too long to answer Regan before she mumbles, “I don’t even know why you like those guys; they’re all druggies.” I take a step back from her and carefully express, “Not all low brass are druggies, Regan. Trust me, you will like them once you get to know them and you’ll have plenty of time since I’M going to hang out with them and YOU need a buddy in the …show more content…
I look in horror as I see one of the freshman trumpets backed into a corner being teased by the jocks. I guess being a girl didn’t exactly put me in the typical type of band geek to be bullied, but I was definitely not going to stand around and watch my fellow band mate and his instrument get destroyed physically and emotionally. I spot my friend Austin, who plays French horn, and his 6’2” 240 frame is definitely intimidating enough to get rid of the football doofs. Just as we walk over, the wide receiver spots Austin and warns the others to flee. Austin blocks their escape route and asserts, “I don’t ever want to see y’all or any other jocks messing with the band kids. Understand?” They all nod and I think one of them peed their pants before running off towards the locker room. I was shocked to learn that the peaceful times we had with the football team was at an
“Hey Sami are you ready for some awesome roller coasters here at Six Flags?” Matt (trombone) says as I step off of the bus with my best friend Regan right on my heels. Before I am able to utter a syllable, Regan grabs my elbow and whispers, “Wait I thought we were going to ride everything in the park today.” Now granted I love my best friend, but she is not the best person to ride roller coasters with since she scares easily. Based off of their sectionals, which I was so gracious to attend, I know Matt and the rest of the low brass gang would be really fun to associate with today. With mental note in my head, I realize I have taken too long to answer Regan before she mumbles, “I don’t even know why you like those guys; they’re all druggies.” I take a step back from her and carefully express, “Not all low brass are druggies, Regan. Trust me, you will like them once you get to know them and you’ll have plenty of time since I’M going to hang out with them and YOU need a buddy in the …show more content…
I look in horror as I see one of the freshman trumpets backed into a corner being teased by the jocks. I guess being a girl didn’t exactly put me in the typical type of band geek to be bullied, but I was definitely not going to stand around and watch my fellow band mate and his instrument get destroyed physically and emotionally. I spot my friend Austin, who plays French horn, and his 6’2” 240 frame is definitely intimidating enough to get rid of the football doofs. Just as we walk over, the wide receiver spots Austin and warns the others to flee. Austin blocks their escape route and asserts, “I don’t ever want to see y’all or any other jocks messing with the band kids. Understand?” They all nod and I think one of them peed their pants before running off towards the locker room. I was shocked to learn that the peaceful times we had with the football team was at an