I still don’t understand why Sealy wants to talk to me. I SKIPPED ONE FUCKING PEP RALLY. I really want him to come at me and yell so I can quit this stupid organization and live a happy no-stress life. 

Excuse me while I change so I can go play in a dumbass saxophone sextet and do some dumbass shit that I don’t even care about. UGH. FUCK BAND SO HARD. FUCK IT.