I was section leader for the drum line my senior year. Not because I was a good drummer, but because I was the only one who could get the guys to shut up. :)
Woodwinds are push overs. I was a tyrant. Mwhahaha! I used all of my friends' sibblings as "examples." But they got special treatment in rides from me and pizza. So being used as an example just made it even. ;) I was a great captain.
My boys were just dumb. It was like eight Beavises all standing around with drums. Our director would say something like "hit it harder" or "Dennis, you're a beat off", and there'd be a chorus of huhuhuhuhuh from the back of the room. You know how drumline guys are. I seriously think this is how I turned into such a pervert, because I had to learn to think like them just to survive. But hey, at least I grew an (imaginary) honorary drumline penis. My guys were proud.
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