Ever since I joined band, our bipolar band teacher, Mr. Edwards, has had the strangely large desire to go to the MMEA Conference held every January near Lake of the Ozarks. Finally, this year proved that we were capable of handling this excitement. Excitement. Excitement? Exciteiwanttokillmyselfaftergoingtothatboringconferencement. Filled with dull band directors, tired students, and way too much S.W.A.G. for comfort, the MMEA conference was slightly boring. And the last thing I needed was the flu. But lo and behold, the day of MMEA came, and I was as sick as could be, barely holding in vomit. Here's my face. Note that I had showered twice and this was before the uniform got me sweaty.

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