Ahhhhh so growing up my parents forced me to be in the high school band.  If you know me, you know this is totalllly out of character, but they told me I had to be in band if I wanted my drivers license… great. So for 3 years I was stuck in band. Forget the cute cheerleaders, (welllll, not so much at my HS…) forget ASB, I was in the marching band, Mother Goose parade and all. Top hat, pivot moves, shiny black shoes, etc. I don’t know how I had friends, especially cute ones. I think my friends all knew I was a band rebel and hated it. My band teacher and the entire 100 person band hated me as well. Hard to believe I know. I would pout and glare all day in band until finally, after 3 years of crying, my parents let me quit. They always told me I would appreciate it when I was older….still waiting for that to happen. Anyway my friend from band sent me these pics today and I couldn’t believe my eyes!!! Look at me, I think I am wayyy cool with my polo shirt buttoned up to the tippy toe top and leopard belt?! Sooo stylish asdkjasd made me laugh, who did I ever think I was!??! The other pics are better…

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