Senior Speeches
This year's seniors didn't cry as much as last year's did. I only have one more year until I'll give mine.
Thinking about what I'll say, I started to reminisce. Here are a couple memories.
1) The first time we ever connected two sets my freshman year, I didn't know that my shoulders were supposed to face towards the sideline. My whole body faced the end zone.
2) When we learned the tag during the middle of the season, we had to learn how to march pinwheels. I was the center of mine. Two brass seniors told me to be careful since they had the dress to me. I told them that I was only a freshman. They told me not to say that because it goes so quickly. They were so right. Where have the seasons gone?
LOL. One hybrid guard/drumline girl had to stick her head halfway out the window and have the kid behind spray her head with hairspray. At least the bus doesn't smell too badly. Only in marching band. :)
I guess marching band is what you make it!
I'm so glad one of my best friends is in marching band with me.
Afterwords
Our performance was great for everyone. Even our tough instructors said that everything gelled. I'm so glad our last performance was good. I just hope our last performance next year is as good. As I get more experienced in marching band, I make less and less mistakes.
I told all of my instructors that this was the first time I've played at this field. I've been at this field twice before, but I couldn't play and march at the same time. Marching clicked my second year. All of my instructors were shocked. The main band director said that I'm a good marcher now.
The energy on the bus is so high right now. Everyone's excited and happy. I love this feeling. This is one reason I keep joining marching band.
I enjoy yelling and cheering random things at the award ceremony, the feeling of community, and the sense of accomplishment after a good performance.
Post Awards:
I'm disappointed, like last year. We got sixth place. It's so frustrating.
The fifth place band members acted very rudely and unsportsmanlike. They cheered when they beat us. Ugh! How blind could they be? We sat right in front of them. Ugh! We beat them all season by several places. How could they have passed us?
I heard that they practiced so much just to beat us.
I'm too competitive for this.
When I get frustrated, disappointed with my performance, or mad, it drives me to work harder. For my last year next year, I want to whip the band into disciplined shape for my last year. It would be a shock to the people who weren't in band my first year.
We've just been so undisciplined the past two years. I feel like the band is less strict each year.
Our performance was the best it could possibly have been. Why did we get sixth?
I'm exhausted. It's late at night. Last night we got back from a really far away football game. I have to get up early tomorrow. I only have a day to recover before going back to school. I'm going to be exhausted.
Even though I know it's not true, I feel like the judges are biased against us. Our show was the best it could be, yet we didn't score too well. Oh well.
One girl told me that scoring is partly political. If the judges like your directing staff, they score you highly. It's so frustrating.
I guess I could always find something to be frustrated about, even if we got first. Score not high enough, not enough special awards, etc...
