The other two flashbacks that I’ve written have taken place when I was in Elementary school, but this week I’m going to think back to the end of August. This past August.
The colorguard leadership was required to go to this elementary school pep rally. It was nothing special; all we did was spin, toss some tosses, then clap along to the songs the band played. The little kids thought it was pretty cool.
We got a pass out of all of first period for this pep rally. Our teachers weren’t expecting us to show up to any of first period. But the pep rally didn’t take all of first period. We wanted to avoid going to class as much as possible, so we lagged behind (we drove ourselves there so we could take as long as we wanted). The head band director was forcing everyone to hurry and get back to school, back to class, but we didn’t want to. There was no reason we had to.
We turned to our guard director and smiled.
“We really need to work on (something that was vaguely related to colorguard), Mr. Martin,” we told him. “Could we work on it the rest of first period and not go to class?”
“You know, Chick-fil-a is right around the corner,” my fellow captain suggested softly, though not quietly enough.
Our director eyed us suspiciously, though with a glint of amusement in his eye.
“Do we have to go back to school right this second?”
He sighed, glanced over both of his shoulders, then pulled us in.
“As long as you’re back for second period, I don’t care what you do,” he said.
Yes! We piled up in our cars and headed to Chick-fil-a. I was riding with Taylor, my fellow captain. We were talking about how great Mr. Martin was, sitting at this stoplight, when all of a sudden the light turned green. The person in front of us didn’t go. Taylor moved her hand to honk her horn at the car in front of her, but stopped herself with a gasp.
“That’s Mr. Martin!” she said, surprised.
We both sat super still, as if that would prevent him from noticing us. Sure, he’s letting us skip school, but we made it sound like we were going to be productive, not like we were going to Chick-fil-a. And we were on a road going the OPPOSITE direction from the school.
Mr. Martin started driving, the two of us right behind him. We noticed that the only place he really could be going (since he had to be back at school for second period as well, that’s when we have colorguard class) was Chick-fil-a, also.
He saw us right before we pulled in to the street of shops Chick-fil-a was on. We waved, excitedly, since at this point it was more funny than worrisome that Mr. Martin was also going to chick-fil-a. He waved back, slowly, then shook his head and pointedly looked away.
Then Mr. Martin pulled into Dunkin’ Donuts instead of Chick-fil-a, and we met the rest of the guard leaders inside.
That entire situation made my day. It was so funny.
When we got back to school we asked Mr. Martin how his Dunkin’ Donuts was. He got this funny smile on his face and asked us how our Chick-fil-a was.
The rest of the colorguard was pretty confused, so we told them the story, with Mr. Martin butting in with his perspective. It was a great moment, a great reminder to not take school so seriously. Mr. Martin is pretty fantastic.