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I was deep within enemy territory...

Wednesday we (the concert and symphony bands) went to Duluth for contests. But what is contest? From what I gathered it was this; we got all dressed up in black, played our pieces, and we were judged based on our playing and what not. Now you my be wandering what this has to do with being within enemy territory. Well that's simple, they were help at the Duluth East high school. Duluth East has a huge ski team, almost always wins, and they come from a rich a school. I mean seriously they all seem to come from money. I had hung out with a couple of them in West Yellow Stone which automatically makes me an expert. It's not like they flaunt it, but at the same time they don't try to hide it. I'm friends with some of them, it's not like they're actually our (the ski team) enemy, we just call them that. If you've been part of a sports team then you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't been part of a sports and don't know what I'm talking about or if you just don't know what I'm talking about then just go with it.
Back to the topic at hand....Their school was sweet, scary, and sad at the same time. It was sweet because, well you'd just have to go there and see it yourself to know what I'm talking about. It was scary because it was enemy territory and they had these signs all over the place. It was also homecoming or something at their school, and their student  council is just crazy and went over board. They have an open cafaterira, so if you're on the next floor you can look down into the cafeteria. Their council took streamers and strung them across from one side of the open area, to the other and of course they were school colors. Then they made signs. A lot of them. Covered every where. There were some normal saying things like "Abraham Lincoln wants you to join knitting club"and "It's great to be a grey hound", but then they also had way to many signs saying "YOLO" and just random nonsense stuff. There was one that was just frightening. I can't remember what it said, but I remember it just creeping everyone out. The sad part of the school was the band room. They have no decorations, no messes, no warmth, and worst of all they have the instruments locked up in cages. Ugh, pitiful.

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