Homework: CW blog

I arrive early, but everyone is still there in a rush to get to the community center, because our teacher always says;
"To be early is to be on time, To be on time is to be late, and to be late is to be scared."
All 250+ stuffed in the basement, scrabbling to get their green and white uniforms on for marching band. Today is the day we march in the State fair parade on the hot humid Saturday afternoon. As fast as we are getting ready, we load onto the yellow school bus like cattle; even more crammed than we were in the basement, on the bus, we are off to the state fair. Two hours early we wait impaciently unable to sit in fear of the dirt turning out white uniforms brown. The hot sun beating down on us, turning our wool uniforms into saunas.
Finally we start to line up, early of course. We wait another 30 minutes. Adrenaline is pumping into our veins, we get anxious and exciited, some even scared because we know we are about to start.
And we are off! So many things going through our minds; Stay in step, address center, watch the drum majors, remember the music, watch out for poop, remember the chants, don't forget the moves, and BREATHE!
Before we know it, it's all over. We are all cheering and sweat dripping off our hair and necks. We stampeed the water stands with greedy thirst.
We are done, and now we get to enjoy the rest of the day at the state fair.