I'm a *pretentious cough* percussionist.
No, really. I've got grades in Timpani!
Ha-ha. I'm a drummer. I've played drums (i.e kit) since I started taking lessons when I was 13. I've been in the pre-requisite collection of high school/uni covers bands aaaaand...well, mostly I picked drums because they were big, loud and they weren't a guitar. Because everyone else and their dog was learning to play the guitar in 1993 so they could pretend they were Slash/Kurt Cobain/Chris Cornell/Kirk Hammett/Stone Gossard. Which I guess would make my role-model equivalents Matt Sorum/Dave Grohl/Matt Cameron/Lars Ulrich/Dave Abbruzzese.
As one of only two drummers in my year at school and even shorter supply come university, being the drummer brought a bizarre form of popularity. Frequently I was approached by music teachers desperately needing a drummer to step in at short notice for some school production. Once not even in my school. My finest hour was accompanying the school orchestra on tour to Prague, ostensibly to play timpani. As it transpired we couldn't fit them on the bus, so I got to hang around, do nothing and get drunk on gloriously cheap Czech beer.