Today was another day of band. Not band camp, but still band. School hasn't been out for two weeks, and we were already back at the place. It was raining, so we only spent a few minutes outside, and then we relocated a few times and worked basics in the gym. After that, we practiced music for the rest of the time. Warm up music, the fight song, and the national anthem.
In basics, we were doing new move sets (A, B, C, D, E, F.) We had done A, B, C, and D before. Move E is marching forward, left, back, and right, and move F is the opposite of that. The transitions were a little new. We hadn't officially done transitions last year. I couldn't get them in the minute that they were explained. The girl who can be perceived as mean told me to keep going even though I had messed up.
My section leader told me if that girl ever becomes to overbearing to tell her, and she'll go talk to her. This girl tries to help, but gets frustrated and can't explain things to me in a way that clicks. She's one of the girls that made me want to cry last year.
The band seemed to have really shrank from last year, and my band director needs baritones. He was looking for woodwind players to switch, but my reasoning against it was I struggled with marching enough with a light instrument I know how to play. One upperclassman who can be bossy and sometimes perceived as downright mean when she gets frustrated told me I should switch. I explained my reasoning. She said I would die on baritone in a tone I felt was snide.
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