I go to football practice .I go to band practice .None of the above choices .I go to choir practice .
What may happen after I leave class ?
Some days begin with scramble . Flustered details aside , I skidded onto main campus just as the last car was pulling away , crammed my instruments ( flute + piccolo ) below the seat in front of me just the way I was taught by countless airline stewardesses , and went back to sleep . In my dreams , I congratulated myself on my good fortune and promised to blog about this .