Drum Corps International
Sleep is overrated

Sleep is overrated

by Paula Hyman

It is currently 3 a.m. -- so much for getting some sleep tonight, eh!? I worked today from 5 p.m. until about 10:30 p.m. and it was a good time. We were pretty busy and there were only six servers for the entire restaurant. Intense. I am pretty tired right now, I'm not going to lie. Tomorrow morning (which will actually be when you are reading this), I'll get to work at 10:30 a.m. and I'll work until about 10 p.m. Yes. But at least I'll make some money! This coming weekend I have camp, so I demanded to have those days off of work. Of course my boss whimpered in fear and immediately granted me my wish. Actually, I didn't demand, I asked nicely, and of course they gave me my days.

The Cadets execute a "Z-pull" in 2003.
However, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of next week will be awesome. I guess since I'll be taking three days off to go to camp, they decided to give me double shifts for the next three days after my return. That however, is a sacrifice I'm willing to make for the Cadets. I was talking to my good friend Albert earlier, and he told me that his mom said hi. Let me tell you a little something about Albert's mom. She is awesome. Last year, after the Orlando show, I was on my way back to the equipment truck to hang up my uniform, and this lady asked me if I knew her son. Of course I did, because he was in my drum corps, but he was also one of my good friends. She was wondering if I knew where he was. I had a hunch that he was probably somewhere near the equipment truck, so she and I went on an adventure to find him. I guess I wouldn't really call it an adventure, I mean it was probably a 60-second walk, but we found him! She was so grateful, she gave me an ice-cold orange Gatorade. It was a 32-ounce bottle. Now those of you out there who have marched before know that while on tour, a bottle of Gatorade is the equivalent to, I'd say a golden nugget. However, a freezing-cold, 32-ounce bottle would probably equal the value of a diamond-encrusted, regulation-sized basketball. Now I know his mom reads these articles, so I would like to take this time to say thank you Mrs. Vela! That Gatorade was amazing and it was also one of my favorite flavors. Yes. I'd also like to say thanks to Mr. And Mrs. Dolan. They are always around, care about us a whole lot, and always bring us incredible food. Thanks! I can't wait to get up to New Jersey. Not for its weather or wonderful smell, but for camp -- which is conveniently this weekend, and I couldn't be happier. Rumor has it that we'll be learning the drill to one of our songs entitled "Kill Bill." However, you know about rumors. Who knows if they are true or not? Crazy, crazy, rumors. Anyway, we'll be getting our closer at this camp and I'm sure it will be nothing short of spectacular. I'll be getting to the airport around 4:30 p.m., which is ideal unlike last month, when I arrived at 10 a.m. I look forward to this weekend and will definitely tell you all about it next week. I know that this is probably one of the shortest articles I've ever written, but I really need to get some sleep. Long day ahead of me tomorrow and I'm ready to tackle it! Have a wonderful week! Paula Hyman is a fourth-year member of the Cadets where she is the mellophone section leader. She is 20 years old and currently single. Originally from South Florida, Paula recently made the move to Allentown, Pa., to work for YEA!, the umbrella organization of the Cadets, Crossmen and the U.S. Scholastic Band Association. She ages out in 2006. Past columns by Paula Hyman: Ahh, Florida Another amazing camp An action-packed Tuesday Home again Camp and Florida Paradise awaits me With the new year comes change Cadets camp a success; Time for winter break Notes from a weekend off Banquets, show and tell -- report from a Cadets camp A Cadets camp report Macy's Day extravaganza Your not-so-typical day Trick-or-treating at a band show Trick-or-treating at a band show It's a show day! What's a free day? Rest stop or heaven? The Move to Allentown Welcome back to the real world