The Feeling After Band Camp
Right now I'm at home enjoying Friday, it's a beautiful day, a little bit hot but the skies are blue and I'm listening to Rihanna's We Found Love. I wanted to talk about the feeling I've had after a band camp ended when I was in college. It was a beautiful experience. When I was in college, I joined a band and it was bad, I hated it so much actually to this very day. So, they have this camp in semester break, meaning I had to go to college during semester break to practice and get my mental tortured by those horrible people, yeah great tradition, I know. This camp started and many abuses were seen and it was bad, some of my friends got injured, fractured hands, dislocated feet, the commanders were hella useless. They were incompetent in handling us, they couldn't even play their instruments correctly, and I think they were just plain stupid. I can't remember a day where I enjoyed the camp because all I ever wished was for the camp to end, ...