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What/who do you miss most once DCI is over for the summer?

It’s mostly the little things. I mean yeah I miss performing and wearing the uniform and all that, but it’s the things like constantly having a schedule, it’s being able to judge an entire town on the taste of its water, it’s being able to shower in 45 seconds because EPL is 30 minutes, it’s the silence on the bus after everyone is asleep, it’s many things that I miss when I come home.

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So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem. Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm. They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine. Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle. I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.

drumcorpsblog

Bluecoats did it better…

bluntstatementss

*is only cute in certain angles and lighting*

gestopft-deactivated20200103

is this what the kids are listening to these days?

stevedusa

Took me a while to identify what in the world the other brass was till I realized it wasn’t.

beelzibubbles

Someone even transcribed it!

omg-horns

@maxopferkuch someone beat you to it

valeroyeaux

Doin this on my recital guys

Chair in C

@lillpon

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@lifting-yogi

serotoninlifter

MEEEE OMG

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Knock knock - “Hey can we borrow your front yard?“

skatoon-network

i loved warming up in peoples lawns like damn drum corps can have some moxy sometimes to just walk up into someones yard and warmup

ghostly-wartortlz

Honestly I love dci Twitter pages

relatablepoetryandquotes

overdramaticandunderfed

The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.

And what sort of story shall we hear? Ah, it will be a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench, with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke. “Do you love me, John?” she asked. “You know I love you, darling,” he replied. “I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being.”

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. “How much do you love me, John?” she asked. He answered: “How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say.”

“Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you.”

“My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you.”

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard. “Kiss me, John,” she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation.

just-shower-thoughts

Whenever i let somebody listen to my favourite songs, the songs, for some reason, become worse

everythingdci

Thanks for all the greatness you have given us in 2016, DCI. Here’s to another year of valuable lessons and amazing performances.

Happy New Year everyone!

(these pictures are not mine and were found on each corp’s facebook page)

setheverman

when you pull your headphones out of your pocket and out comes your keys, money, tampons and russia

setheverman

ok i’ve had so many people asking me why i, a boy, would have tampons in my pocket, but not a single person asking me why i, a boy, would have THE ACTUAL NATION OF RUSSIA IN MY POCKET