Beginning of The End

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?