My last year in marching band. Holy cow. I can't believe how fast the years have gone. I'm so excited for my last year: I also feel a sense of dread. Ugh. I have to survive another year. It excited me that I finally get honored for my last year in marching band. A night for it, special honor at recognition night..
If I had told myself my first year in marching band that I would join for the rest of my high school career, I probably wouldn't have believed it. I didn't like all of those late nights and long practices. Now, late nights? It's really early.
I watched the video of a performance of my first show. The show that I didn't know how to process all of the components. Oh, how things have changed.
I'm so beyond excited for marching band to start. I really want to welcome the two new flautists, especially because I'll be co-in charge. No one older than me to suggest ideas to. Now, I just do. I also want to share about my marching band experiences and teach them to march. I can tell them how to process the components and how important marking time is. I've made a band camp survival kit for each that I can't wait to give them.
Every season, I enjoy and like marching band more and more. First year, it was okay. Second, when I FINALLY could march and play without looking like a duck, I liked it more. Third year, I enjoyed helping lead. I'm SO EXCITED for my last year. I'll definitely miss marching band. Who knew?
