Wow, and this is why I don't keep a journal. I'm not faithful in writing, unlike how I was during band camp. I guess that has to do with the fact that less is happening now that band camp is over.
One thing I don't like about marching band is the late nights. Get done at nine o'clock, take a shower and dry my hair, and it's ten o'clock. Get up at six the next morning. I have a hard time trying to fall asleep, so it takes a while.
I have to wear the ugly, thick uniform tonight. One of the bad parts of marching band.
Marching band is hard for me. It doesn't come easily. I have 75% of the music memorized, I just can't get it with my feet. I have a hard enough time just marching. Parent preview is tonight, but I'm going to fake, because playing and marching will mess me up.
I have the show down fairly well. The directors made some changes to the drill towards the end of the ballad, so I'm not exactly sure where I'm supposed to be. We only have old copies of the drill sheets. I'm also a little hairy on the end of the third movement. I still can't make my "fun set." I'm in the front, and I'm supposed to be splitting. Instead, I'm one of the yard line, so everyone has to dress to me. At least I'm not in the middle...
I'll update you on parent preview when I get around to it.
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