302. You speak more than 25 words in Latin, French, and Italian (poco meno moso, anyone?)
303. Your instrument cost you more than your car.
304. Your ceiling has holes, and you can remember the specific toss that caused them.
305. You've carried a saber or rifle to class and no one noticed.
306. The term "6-mallet technique" frightens you. I am quivering in my socks as we speak.
307. You've ever been run down by a tuba (or quads). A GUY CARRYING A TUBA AND QUADS!
309. You know how to tune a drum... and you aren't a percussionist.
310. You've ever performed emergency surgery on an instrument (with or without duct tape).
311. You've invented a new acronym for the order of sharps.
312. You know the pitches of all the sounds your bus makes.
313. Forget fingernails on a chalkboard: out-of-tune flutes make you cringe.
314. You would take physics just to learn about sound waves.
315. You've ever turned a metronome on and it brought back memories.
316. You saw Drumline more than once, even though it was that bad.
317. You've skipped a class to go watch one of your school's other bands practice.
318. You've ever tried to play two instruments at once.
319. ... and you succeeded.
320. You've played an instrument that's older than you are.
321. You know the acoustics of every room in your house.
322. You have ever used cork grease for chapstick. That's just called being resourceful.
323. When you do finally date a non-band member, it doesn't matter, because the director lets him ride on the bus to all the away games as long as he wears a band t-shirt too.
324. You regularly order pizza to the band room for lunch because it has its own outside door.
325. If you're late to school, you know you can just go in the band room door and be fine.
326. You've discovered the beauty of privacy in practice rooms after school. If you know what she's sayin'...
327. When you *gasp* don't have band practice, all of your band friends come over to hang out and you spend a lot of time discussing the proper succession of drum majors for the next four years.
328. As a senior, you have your freshman, and are proud of how well you've taught them tradition.
329-338 are for us university band geeks:
329. You still cry when you hear the band-bus theme song from your senior year.
330. You actually go to college intending to major in music education.
331. All your friends are music ed majors or in the marching band.
332. Your first criteria for college is that it have a marching band, even though you intend to major in something else. (Like history, or science...)
333. Your college essay is all about how marching band was the best thing that ever happened to you.
334. You have vehement arguments with your college marching band friends about whether they're "chickens", "plumes", or "fuzzy bunny dicks."
335. You decide to drop concert band for more time to practice, but would never think of dropping marching band.
336. You go to your old high school's homecoming and follow the band for the whole parade, playing along on the kazoo.
337. You inform your former band director that if he doesn't pick your choice as drum major he will die.
338. The band director listens.
339. You're a Goth girl who plays first chair flute/picc, and everyone hates you for not being popular and STILL getting first chair.
340. Locking a freshman in a cubby is the highlight of your morning.
341. You march in red Converse sneakers and actually think that you're cool
342. You get excited about hearing the next field show ideas.
343. You lose your voice from screaming at competitions
344. You make freshman/1st years wear signs that state that they are the band bitch. How prestigious!
345. You director (who is bald) allows you to call him Grandpa and Chrome Dome.
346. You know how to make your own slide/valve oil.
347. You know where every piece of equipment belongs in your band truck.
348. You've ever been sent to find a gock and actually know what your looking for.
349. Most of the people your little brother knows are your friends from band.
350. People stop calling you a band nerd because you take it as a compliment.