in response to the engineering jokes

you know you're a band geek when...

You start to tap your foot to elevator music.

You make music jokes in a class when there are no other band members in that class.

You talk to your band teacher after school about his music selections.

You spend extra time in the band room and practice your scales faster and faster.

You have pictures of John Phillip Sousa on your locker.

Mr. Baldock is your contact person on your emergency card.

You have a different band shirt for everyday of the week.

Your favorite music is classical music on AM radio.

You practice show step when walking around your house.

You walk in step with your friends.

All your friends and your friends' friends are band members.

You try to conduct to Metallica.

Your band uniforms doubles as a Halloween costume.

The band room phone is like your pager.

You tap your foot to the radio.

Your favorite song is by someone who died 100 years ago.

You wear your marching shoes to school.

You keep a spare change of clothes in your band locker.

You have your band letter and 5 stars after your freshman year.

You wear your marching gloves with your prom dress.

You go to the movies to see the 30 sec marching band scene.

You know what key N*Sync is singing in.

You sing Roll Over Beethoven as you walk to class.

You eat lunch in the band room.

You consider band as a sport.

Every Friday night you go to pep band or are marching

You have your parents video tape the shows so
you can march with them in the off season.

You wear your concert attire to homecoming.

Your band teacher is your first choice to TA for.

You worship the Drum Major as God.

You are friends with freshmen.

You make lists (such as this) that make you
realize too much.

Get annoyed at non 8 per 5ers.

Your read budget is higher than your food budget.

You like your polo shirt.

When you cut class, you go to the band room.

You make the posters that don't make sense, then hang them in the band room.

You vow revenge on the music black market.

You know all the cheerleaders cheers.

You don't go home on the day of a football game.

Your only social activity is Wednesday practice.

Your idea of a recliner is a black music posture chair.

You think mouthpiece is a bad word.

When you graduate, you don't leave.

Your band teacher’s house and band room are on
speed dial.

'Best Music' knows your name.

You're the only one who shows up for pep band.

You don't take 'double tonguing' as a dirty joke.

You know 'panache' is a feather.

You conduct in the shower.

You psychotically speed to band practice.

You know the real name of //.

You know how to break into the PAC.

You can tune a tenor sax.

You shed tears during Hail Liberty.

You sit in class and start to finger notes on your pencil.

You double tongue in the halls.

You get upset while driving because your windshield wipers aren't in time with the radio.

In a turning lane you notice that the blinkers are not synchronized.

You can relate to the term, 'One time in band camp...'

You stop walking in the mall and say 'Doh' because you're not in step with the music.

When you fight for a sports locker, and say 'Band is too a sport!' along with the cheerleaders.






Not afraid to be mistaken not afraid to try, not afraid to be uncertain not afraid to die