RussetRose♥ wrote:The other day I was going to put my clarinet in the band room before homeroom, and I ran right into the little island in the middle of the room.
My most embarassing moment is also Woodwind related - "We could be woodwind buddies" -Agent Cody Banks 2.
My bus picks me up at the end of the driveway. Its cold and raining, so I'm waiting indoors. I can hear the bus wheels rumbling, rumbling down the road before I can see it. So I grab my bassoon (this is awkward enough, I should stop now, right?) in my left hand and my book bag in my right and step out onto the concrete porch. Remember the part about me saying it was cold? Well the rain had frozen on the step, but I didn't know that! My hands are full of precious cargo: homework, school books and THE BASSOON. I hold on for dear life but I'm going down, down hard. I hit the landing on my tailbone and I bounce down the next three steps until I'm spread eagle on the lawn still holding
the bassoon and my book bag. The physical pain is crippling, but not nearly as crippling as the emotion pain I will suffer if anyone on the bus sees me like this. I manage to jump up and crawl back into the house before the bus is in visual range. It is in the house that I realize the extent of damage that has occurred. Not only have I ripped my Lee Riders clean up the back, but my undies were torn, too. My tailbone is bruised. And although I could barely sit, I did attend school. Not with the inflatable ring my father suggested I take with me, but on the hard, cold surface of my high school's classroom chairs, the benches in the cafeteria and the bumpy ride home on the bus. So my advice to my double reed playing friends, you might feel like a grandpa, but watch the weather channel, it'll save you the pain and torment I had to endure.