Surrounded by people who were screaming and shouting, I stood still as a brick. Amidst peers who tried their best to make me stutter, nothing was going to break my concentration.
“Crack!” went the sound of the gock. Finally, I could break attention. Difficult may the task have been, but I became the champion of the 2013 freshmen drill down. Some may see this as a silly game, but to me this “game” represents an event that showcases the intense fundamentals of marching band routine. Winning proves the dedication shown by that one member, and I won, showcasing what this band community means to me.
Fast forwarding to a forlorn sophomore year, that year was unfortunately a loss. At that point in time, I did not fully comprehend how much meaning …show more content…
Now, every day of 8 A.M. to 5 P.M., band camp was given its own theme, you see. One day could have been section color day, section country day, or plain and simple costume day. Today, though, it was section swap day. When a majority of a section is girls, and the section they have to swap with is littered with guys, what could possibly result from this? Arriving early as per usual, I was allowed to watch guy after guy strut into the band room cross-dressing. In hindsight, this theme may have been a mistake; however, amongst all of the absurdity, most of the trumpets arrived wearing a T-shirt, cargo shorts, and some even had fake glasses, mt gut up. All of this was to dress up as me because we trombones were tasked to switch with the trumpets. This gesture really touched my heart. After revelling in awe, everyone grabbed their drill bags, assembled their instruments, listened to announcement with Mr. Norris (which were greatly dragged out because of our new transvestites), and headed outside to begin the final day. Applying sunscreen and slipping on a pair of aviators, I hustled to the out of the doors, reminding myself constantly, Today is the