No More Band Camp!

I still can't believe that I had my last day of band camp today, unless I decide to join marching band in college: No more band camp with my school ever, ever again.  No more weeks of 9 hour days in which I spend much more time with the band than I do with my own family, no more weeks of such intense heat, no more weeks of practically agony.  It's bittersweet because I don't have another opportunity to participate in this band after this; however, I won't miss the heat, the humidity, the agony.

Our director let the leadership team candidates lead warm-ups today: I ran half of the music warm-up.  It was so weird tapping the beat and calling my fellow band members to attention instead of playing the warm-ups and coming to attention myself.  Weird, but amazing at the same time.  Even after three full seasons of marching band, I still didn't know how to hold the block and stick to tap the beat.  Sad, pathetic.

I'm really not that sad yet because we still have a whole season of marching band.  I just want to enjoy band and do well at the competitions, as we especially did my first year.

We did a run through of the entire show that we know so far -- a well intended, but pathetic attempt.  No one could remember the third part because the directors haven't given us the opportunity to connect each piece or review what we already knew.  In my opinion, they've tried to shove the show down our throats and teach it to us as fast as they can.

Well, that's why we still have an entire season to rehearse.