The same thing happens to me every summer vacation. Nothing...
The only thing I'm really looking forward to is band camp. I can't wait till I get to scare the crap out of some of the new guys, be a pain in the ass for my brother the drum major dude, and run away cussing and screaming when Mrs. Burg has another one of her ideas for the color guard outfits. Mrs. Burg rocks, but when it comes to keeping the pride of tomboy-holey-jeans-and-T-shirt-status I have to protest all the frill and feathers she envisions us wearing.(: