Posted on 01 April 2010.
Friday, February 5
7:30 AM. Ninety-two bleary-eyed music students dragged instruments and suitcases into the bellies of three buses waiting to whisk them away to the magical world of Disneyland. At 9:00 am, students, parent chaperones, and music director Doug Miner filed onto the buses, pillows and backpacks, looking excited, sleepy, and grumpy about the prospect of spending the next seven hours on a bus.
Our apprehension was well-merited. The journey ended up consuming a grand total of nine hours – nine hours of ninety-two restless kids crammed into three buses. If you were on the red bus, that meant nine hours of an incessant chorus of, “Sittin’ on a toilet! Sittin’ on a toilet!”. The toilet in the back of the bus was apparently excited by the repeated invocation of its name, because it proceeded to permeate the stuffy air of the bus with its fragrance.
When we finally pulled up in front of the Best Western Inn, tired, cramped, and poisoned by toilet fumes, even the rain outside was preferable to another second spent on the bus.
7:30 PM. All of us ravenously hungry, we arrived in front of the Disneyland gates, only to discover that the park was going to close in thirty minutes due to inclement weather. Normally, this would not have been a problem, but the only money we had came in the form of Disney bucks – and we had a feeling that McDonald’s was not going to accept sparkly Mickeys as substitutes for crinky green Washingtons. Thus ensued a mad rush into the park gates and a desperate search for anything that could possibly be consumed. Some settled for pretzels and hot dogs while others, trekked farther in in pursuit of fresh fruit.
8:00 PM. We trudged back to the Best Western. That night, a whole wing of the Best Western rang with the sound of high school students falling gratefully into bed.

Saturday, February 6
7:30 AM. Wake-up call. Students rolled out of bed and trickled down to the breakfast room, where we made the best we could of cereal, hard boiled eggs, toast, and some questionable-looking gravy.
9:30 AM. We loaded up the buses, looking snazzy in white collared shirts, red ties, and black slacks and skirts. A few minutes later, the buses entered an unfamiliar Disneyland, one that seemed to lack its usual magic. Gone were the bright facades, the pretty princesses, and the stores filled with overpriced souvenirs. In their place, we saw a grey, industrial parking lot: Disney’s backstage.
In contrast to previous band trips, this year the Mills Music Department did not participate in Anaheim’s Heritage Festivals. The usual competition with other schools was substituted with a History of Music presentation for the choir and a recording session for the orchestra and band. The instrumentalists enjoyed a unique experience of playing soundtracks to clips from The Emperor’s New Groove, Fantasia, and Dinosaur. We felt quite grand and professional as we worked with conductor Bob Feller, headphones playing a relentless click track in our ears. The ultimate moment in which we combined the animation and music tied the entire experience together with a magical finish.
After the recording session, our combined musical group walked to Carnation Plaza for our performance. Band, choir, jazz band, and orchestra delivered a high-spirited performance. An audience of parents, supporters, and curious passersby enjoyed, among other songs, an epic medley of Andrew Lloyd Webber melodies (starting, of course, with “Phantom of the Opera”). The jazz band then had a chance to shine by themselves, jamming along to “Attack of the Killer Tomatoes”. Our performance over, we waited as a shiny commemorative plaque was presented to us by the Disney staff, our minds already dwelling on the fun we intended to have that day.
The next six hours were filled with all the delights that Disneyland and California Adventure had to offer. Undeterred by the damp weather, our intrepid music students were determined to enjoy themselves, even though the park closed early once again. Senior Mauricio Vazquez especially enjoyed going on rides in the rain.
“The rain would pool in the space between you and the plastic shield on Drop Zone,” said Vazquez. Sophomore Emily Wang had a blast riding California Screamin’, which features a rapid succession of (literally) breathtaking turns, a ninety degree plunge, and a loop-de-loop. Many other students also enjoyed the thrilling rollercoaster (especially at night), while others, like freshman Vincent Siu, enjoyed watching people getting drenched on Splash Mountain. Meanwhile, freshman Natalie Tarangioli opted for the classic It’s a Small World ride, where she sang along with friends Joo and Breanna.
8:00 PM. After our long day, we weren’t disappointed that the party had to end early, but at least tomorrow’s forecast promised a whole day of dry sneakers.
Sunday, February 7
Sunday, our last day in the park, dawned bright and clear. This was lucky for us, since the next twelve hours were going to be devoted entirely to Disneyland.
We walked over as a group, and upon entering the park, were finally met with the cheery, energetic fantasyland we had all been dreaming of. Horse-drawn trolleys clopped briskly along, costumed characters paraded down the streets, and a marching band stood performing near the entrance of the park. Of course, we viewed this last sight with all the respect and envy it was due.
After a quick photo op, we split into groups and spread throughout the parks. A few boys parked themselves by ESPN Zone to await the Super Bowl, the chaperones set off for a few well-earned hours of enjoyment, and the rest of us made a beeline for the rides.
Real-life fantasy lands are not without downfalls, however. The cracks in the Disney façade of wonder occasionally reminded us, with a jolt, of reality: two-hour waits for the Tower of Terror, $8 chicken-flavored churros.
Food, other than breakfast, was generally agreeable. Gilbert Lim and Christine Leung relished gumbo in bread bowls, Chris Ford thoroughly enjoyed his lamb burgers, and the highlight of Julia Lee and Nina Levine’s trip was Sunday night dinner at Tortilla Jo’s in downtown Disney, where they were pleasantly surprised by a skilled balloon hat crafter.
11:45 PM. Some of us were flourishing new Mickey Mouse ears, one couple had made a teddy bear baby together, and, coming from Tortilla Jo’s, one student was sporting a particularly fetching balloon hat – officially a “swan” (see below). More exhausted than ever, but finally satisfied, we said good bye to the happiest place on earth for the last time.
Monday, February 8
7:30 AM. After a quick breakfast, we proceeded to pack and load up the buses. Another six hours on the bus during which, thankfully, no one seemed inclined to sit on the toilet (metaphorical or literal one). We were all worn out from the weekend’s activities, but the end of the trip seemed to come far too soon.
None of us wanted to leave Disneyland and come back home – if only because the prospect of dragging ourselves to school the next day was less than appealing. Our reluctance, however, stemmed from much more than our aversion to school. The two and a half days we spent in Disneyland were a chance to escape the dull routine of school and indulge ourselves, an opportunity to forget about responsibility, school, and stress. Thanks to the music program, the parent chaperones, and Mr. Miner, ninety-two kids got to experience ninety-six hours of unadulterated fun, unforgettable memories, and unbelievable music.
This article was originally written by Katie Joh.