One week of pure misery leads up to performance of year

Audrey Wentz, Journalism Student

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It’s that time of year. Time to wake up at 6 every morning to go to before-school drill team practices. When practice is over, get dressed, and sit through every single boring class staring at the clock, waiting for it to hit 4:20. Usually on any other week, 4:20 means freedom- time to go home.

Not this week.

This week is Hell Week. Hell week means not only do I get to have an hour of morning practice, but also I get to stay after school until 9 p.m.

It’s the week of spring show for the Sapphires, so that means busting our butts all day, every day  until Saturday night when the curtains close and the crowd cheers, marking that spring show is officially over.

The morning practices are nothing new, but the after-school practices are non-stop running dances over and over until they are perfect. Doesn’t sound that bad right?


The morning after is the worst part. The alarm goes off. No big deal. You try to roll out of bed. BIG DEAL.

Every muscle in my body screams as I attempt to walk. All I want is to go back to bed, but my team is waiting for our usual morning practice.

Imagine this, but every day for an entire week. Yeah. It wasn’t named Hell Week for nothing.

The only way to make it through this week is to remind myself that it will all be worth it when we kill it on Friday and Saturday night. Come see how Hell Week pays off at 7:00 both nights in the Wylie East auditorium.  

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