So, the marching band competition didn't go as planned. When we got there, they had a note in the information, that if it started to rain they would move the competition inside and basically just do a concert. Of course, it was just trickling, not a downpour, but they decided to move it inside. We had to wait FOREVER for them to put out all their mats and protect their precious gym floor.... and THEN we find-out they're not scoring us or giving out awards (but we would get some lovely comments from the judges).
So, the band director for Logan High School comes by and asks if we have any questions. Drew is just really frustrated. This is our last competition of the year, the seniors were really bummed it was inside and to hear there wouldn't be awards was just a big bombshell -- and frankly, we didn't understand why they couldn't at least score our music and percussion, if nothing else. So, we asked the band director "why." He said because he was the band director and it was his decision.
So, I asked "why" again.... why they couldn't score music and percussion?
"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM", he responds (doesn't that sound like something Bionce or George Clooney would say -- surely not a near-retirement band director would say, who just berated us for wanting awards). "I have 31 years of experience, and as a music educator let me tell you this is the right decision." Basically, after this response we just starred at each other, speechless (mostly of the "do you know who I am" comment. Of course, that's now the cliche line of the band. All night long we kept asking each other if they knew WHO WE WERE). Obviously, we are all very important people. He did share with us that our kids would get a lot of great comments (for a show that we will never perform competitively again).... As Mrs. Ross would say, it's time for the grumpy bear to go back into his cave (and retire).
Apparently, in their contract they can cancel it at any time without refund... that's quite a way to run a "business" (we do have to pay fees to go to competitions).
Of course, NOW I have about 30 snappy comebacks coming to my head to for this particular band director, the favorite coming from my friend Karen "You know, after 31 years (which, by the way is as long as I've been alive) I'd think you'd have a better way to handle this."
Actually, I think it boils down to an overwhelmed band director, who thought Drew was fresh out of school (Drew hasn't been to this competition before, and shockingly I doubt we'll go again) and he knew much better. Little did he know that Drew and I have marched in blizzards while the opposing team was pelting us with ice balls.
These CA bands, they're pansies. :) DO THEY KNOW WHO WE ARE?
Does anyone really know who they are?
Perhaps I'll ponder that while I snuggle with my heating blanket.