And That Means...?

Oh no! Our f***ing Nationals for band is f***ing tomorrow, regardless of how a good third of us didn't want to f***ing go! At all. Whatsoever. Hmph.

Regardless, we must be organized! This is our last class before the Nationals. We must look toward our great teacher and conductor for a good dose of sagacity:

"If we had another rehearsal, we would've already had it. Does anyone know what I mean by that?"

*awkward silence cricket orgy*

Umm. Are you sure you don't want us to practise instead? You know, for Nationals? Which are tomorrow, by the way?

"Anyone?"

No, seriously. We kind of suck. Don't you want to take advantage of our last hour together to practise?

"Well, what I mean is that if you add up all of the time I spent trying to get you all to be quiet and focus, then that would be an entire rehearsal."

On the other hand, you keep us from dismissal until 8:45, 15 minutes past our dismissal time, frequently. If you add that up then that's more than one single rehearsal. F***ing hypocrite.

Oh? Half an hour left? Are you sure you still don't want to rehearse with us? Okay then. F***ing fine. We really don't care anyway and you made us pay 65 bucks.

Hm? Still passive aggressive with us, are we? Well, to be honest, we really don't give a flying f*** anymore. Why do you think no one took music? >_>