<p>hehe, you KNOW you all went to band camp (or if u didnt, here’s a chance to make up some crazy stories)…let the storytelling BEGINNNN mwahahahahaha (evil laugh) :)</p>
<p>i have actually NEVER been to band camp…strange, huh? have you guys ever played a game in english class where one person says a sentence and the next person adds a sentence so that you develop a never-ending story? should we do that to help us procrastinate? :)</p>
<p>I’ll start…
On a breezy July afternoon, I sat inside and stared at the man as he shuffled papers on the desk trying to find the all-important letter.</p>
<p>…ok, no…as much as i love u LAgal, this thread will not be hi-jacked…band camp stories ONLY please</p>
<p>I hate to admit it, but I went to band camp for two summers…nothing exciting happened…except for those water balloon fights.</p>
<p>then MAKE SOMETHING UP :)</p>
<p>ok, then, slic…as i said, i have never been to band camp, so you guys must amuse the harvard forum with your stories :)</p>
<p>oh, oh, one time, at band camp, i was drum major, and my tuba player walked out with this bandana on his head with a big red meatball in the middle. he looked like a kamakaze. i couldnt stop laughing. yea sry that story sucked.</p>
<p>Hm. One time, I played for a season in marching band, lost an octave of my range, despised every moment of it, and encountered nothing remotely American Pie-esque during the miserable 12-hour days of marching in 110 ºF heat index at band camp.</p>
<p>Have a nice day!</p>
<p>i have a symphony orchestra camp story, i think that counts haha</p>
<p>i was in a dorm at ucsc over the summer and it was like 1:40 am and i was trying to sleep, and i hear someone running down the hall past my door, and someone else saying, “holy shI*!!!” </p>
<p>the next morning i found out some clarinet got all his clothes stolen while he was showering.</p>
<p>^hey I know you bubchub! (Yeah you know me too) Anyways…one time at symphony orchestra camp at UCSC (same one) we had to evade our executive manager, who we’ll call Triple-X (b/c she wears XXXL everything), at 2 in the morning. We have a tradition of screwing around and partying all night long on the last night of camp - but we have to do it in secret. Also, at our camp, guys and girls live in separate buildings, but the buildings are separated by about 40 feet of courtyard. Triple-X happened to be patrolling the freakin stairs that night, which made it very hard for the girls to come over to our building to watch movies on bubchub’s laptop…but long story short, and I quote,</p>
<p>Roommate 1: “Were the girls here all night long? I fell asleep in the middle of Space Balls.”
Roommate 2: “Yeah, they were here…but they weren’t sleeping. Heh heh heh.”</p>
<p>Good times, bubchub, good times…GO EUROPE TOUR 2005!</p>
<p>good times…can’t wait til tour yeah</p>
<p>well one time at poetry camp i was patrolling with this girl to make sure no hanky panky was going on. so we’re walking around the dorms and all of a sudden we hear some kenny g. anyway. so we’re knocking on the door and saying ‘what the hell is going on?’ and out comes this guy in a towel. and the girl with me is like averting her eyes and im like ‘dude, where’s your roomie’ and he says ‘oh he’s in the shower’. and he gives us this weird smile. </p>
<p>so, kenny g plus two guys in towels without adult supervision. yeah, poetry camp.</p>