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- Forgotten Wing
Alright, I'm really pissed off right now, so please don't take offense at anything I say or do in the next coupld of days that May offend. "Why?" might be your obvious reaction, and my answer is in this little story that follows (for all those who don't know, I am the Section Leader of the Alto Saxes at my school, and they all know and supposedly recognise my authority...):
Today, on my way to lunch from the gym after 5th period, I happened to walk past the band room and got stopped in the hall by the band instructor, who striked up a conversation with:
B.I.: "Hey Josh, You know, someone in 5th period band left their instrument out yesterday."
Me: "And...?"
B.I.: "Well, Period 2 found it lying there on the floor this morning-"
Me: "Whose instrument was it?"
B.I.: "It was a saxophone..."
Me thinking (can't be mine; I put mine away...): "Which one?"
B.I.: -silence; smirk beginning to form on face-
Me: "Me? -smirk increases- That's impossible, I put mine away-"
B.I.: -smiling now- "Nope."
Me: "Yes, I remember specifically taking my instrument, putting it in its case, and putting the case into the closet."
B.I.: "Well, you did put it into the case, but not the closet..."
At this time I got really mad in an instant (kind of thing that doesn't happen to often). I almost blew up at him, but decided to say:
Me: "What do they want for it?"
B.I.: "Cookies..."
Thus ended our conversation after a brief arguement. Through the day I have been contemplating this action that supposedly took place, and I have reached a set of conclusions.
One: I'm their superior, they have no right to play tricks on me or
to get anything out of me.
Two: That is my personal saxophone. Overall, it put me down
$3,000; which is not something to mess around with.
Granted, the band does do things of this sort, but usually the
item being ransomed is no more than $30 in value.
Three: They know me, they know my schedule, they know I can't
make them cookies. If they want cookies so badly, they can drive
to the store and pick them up themselves.
Four: Giving them cookies would be like rewarding them for
committing an illegal act, which I refuse to do.
Five: The Band Instructor knew that it was my personal
saxophone, that it was expensive, and that I can't meet their
ransom. Not to mention the fact that, oh yeah, he sanctioned it.
He let them go on with what they were doing.
Six: I specifically remember putting my saxophone in the closet. If
they found it anywhere it was put away and in the closet.
As you can probably guess, I'm really pissed and feel like making their heads role across the bandroom-floor. I just needed a place to vent...
Today, on my way to lunch from the gym after 5th period, I happened to walk past the band room and got stopped in the hall by the band instructor, who striked up a conversation with:
B.I.: "Hey Josh, You know, someone in 5th period band left their instrument out yesterday."
Me: "And...?"
B.I.: "Well, Period 2 found it lying there on the floor this morning-"
Me: "Whose instrument was it?"
B.I.: "It was a saxophone..."
Me thinking (can't be mine; I put mine away...): "Which one?"
B.I.: -silence; smirk beginning to form on face-
Me: "Me? -smirk increases- That's impossible, I put mine away-"
B.I.: -smiling now- "Nope."
Me: "Yes, I remember specifically taking my instrument, putting it in its case, and putting the case into the closet."
B.I.: "Well, you did put it into the case, but not the closet..."
At this time I got really mad in an instant (kind of thing that doesn't happen to often). I almost blew up at him, but decided to say:
Me: "What do they want for it?"
B.I.: "Cookies..."
Thus ended our conversation after a brief arguement. Through the day I have been contemplating this action that supposedly took place, and I have reached a set of conclusions.
One: I'm their superior, they have no right to play tricks on me or
to get anything out of me.
Two: That is my personal saxophone. Overall, it put me down
$3,000; which is not something to mess around with.
Granted, the band does do things of this sort, but usually the
item being ransomed is no more than $30 in value.
Three: They know me, they know my schedule, they know I can't
make them cookies. If they want cookies so badly, they can drive
to the store and pick them up themselves.
Four: Giving them cookies would be like rewarding them for
committing an illegal act, which I refuse to do.
Five: The Band Instructor knew that it was my personal
saxophone, that it was expensive, and that I can't meet their
ransom. Not to mention the fact that, oh yeah, he sanctioned it.
He let them go on with what they were doing.
Six: I specifically remember putting my saxophone in the closet. If
they found it anywhere it was put away and in the closet.
As you can probably guess, I'm really pissed and feel like making their heads role across the bandroom-floor. I just needed a place to vent...