I've said it before; however, I can't reiterate it enough: it's so weird being the oldest one in band. Now I'm the one trying to help the new marchers learn how to march in time with good form. I don't want to be like the upperclassmen who just yelled at me when I couldn't march correctly no matter how hard I tried because I remember what it was like to be constantly yelled at. I said this to my peer in the piccolo section: one of the new members reminds me so much of her and the other reminds me so much of myself regarding personality and ability to "get" marching band: the girl who reminds me of my peer gets the step outs, marches and plays, has good flute angles, whereas the girl who reminds me of myself hasn't gotten marching quite as quickly. If she thinks as I do, hopefully the "tricks" that I use for marching band and how I "process" all of the events happening at once will help her. I had to figure all of these things out for myself because my upperclassmen just yelled at me and one pulled me aside to help me individually.
I like being one of the oldest because I can implement my ideas.
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