So my goal for the last few days of school has been to get all the members of my beloved trumpet section to sign my yearbook <3
I ended up getting signatures from nine of fifteen, which isn’t so bad because of the missing six, four cut band every day (aka I never see them anywhere ever) and one hasn’t been in school for the past few weeks because of super-intense rowing stuff she’s involved in, so I really only dropped the ball with one (since I didn’t see him in band I promised I’d meet him in his French class fourth period to get his signature but oddly enough I unintentionally ended up in the same French classroom with the same teacher to get a different signature just the period before, so I felt kind of awkward about crashing her class again immediately after and decided I’d try to look for him elsewhere but never actually found him).
I adore all the signatures I did get, though!
… Er, for the most part. ;P
There’s the freshie who addressed his note as “Dear my sister-in-law” (due to an inside joke where he decided to marry my little sister) and signed it “Master of Disney World and Supreme Warlord Captain Falcon”, the other freshie who included “FSSU” (an acronym I’d never heard before but absolutely adore now… “Fuck some shit up” INDEED) and signed it “I’ll always be your Eel”, with a little picture of an eel, after the annoying nickname I gave him that grew into a total sign of undying sisterly love, the sophomore who wrote a really sweetly heartfelt missive (including “I love the enthusiasm that you always brought to the trumpet section and I know you will not be forgotten”), the other sophomore who wrote another really sweetly heartfelt missive (basically “Thank you for everything throughout high school and always making band so fun”, which, for such a quiet, stoic kid, was saying a LOT), another sophomore who wrote “You are the funniest senior ever, MUCH funnier than” and then made a big scribble and whispered in my ear “I can’t tell you whose name that is but I think you can safely guess” (because my sister and I always fight— only half jokingly!— about which of us he likes more, so that admission of triumph MEANT A WHOLE LOT TO ME), the junior who I passed my flame onto (an honor that basically means you’re asking an underclassmen to carry on your legacy after you graduate) who referenced a bunch of our dorky trumpet inside jokes (“donuts and silly hats and all the good times in band”, I believe) and assured me he would carry on my legacy, and my prom date, whose signature was cute but awkwardly abrupt and formal, which is actually perfect for him (I mean, who includes their middle name in a yearbook signature? First and last is uncommon enough!).
Of course, band kids being band kids, I got a few weird ones too— one signature just said “Dumb bitch”, which was a little disappointing but is kind of funny too I guess… and I honestly can’t tell if this is the best thing in the world or the worst, but instead of saying anything heartfelt, personal, or even normal, one of my weirdo sectionmates literally wrote me a paragraph on the history of the Zionist movement.
That’s something, it’s worth noting, that doesn’t even have any context because it’s not an inside joke of ours, we never had a history class together, that absolutely never came up into conversation with us and hell, he’s never even expressed any interest in Zionism— he’s not even Jewish!
He’s just a really, really, really weird kid. And now I’ll be able to remember that forever. :P