Just Pretend its Monday

This was the first 4th of July parade that I ever marched in. I am the flute player in the middle of the front row. The girl to the right of me, the one off step, was like that all season. She couldn't play the music, and she couldn't memorize her drill, and she had no sense of rhythm. She was terrible, and she was next to me the whole time, and Mr. Lemen gave me the special assignment of trying to get her in the right direction enough of the time that she wouldn't be too dangerous to other people.