Band Consumes My Life

We're riding the bus home from a far away football game.  We have a relatively early morning practice tomorrow.  Wonderful: I'll probably be exhausted.

Aside from that, our band isn't very good.  The tempo pulled all over the place.  On the positive side, we didn't pull apart as much as we did last week: last week's performance was horrible.

During yesterday's practice, we practiced on a different parking lot without a lift or microphones for our directors; however, we got much done because we really had to listen because we couldn't hear our directors otherwise.

I've started to burn out from band.  I just get so tired and worn going home from school, doing my homework, eating dinner, and then running out the door for band.

Before we boarded the bus to travel to the football game tonight, some trumpet players tried to help the new piccolo player who reminds me of me because marching band hasn't come quite as easily for her.  I told her not to be too hard on herself but to try because everyone understands marching band at different rates.  I remember what it was like to have older marching band members yelling at me and correcting me constantly: some more kindly than others.  I really don't want to yell and scream or be unkind to her because I remember how it felt and it's not her fault that marching band hasn't clicked yet.

I set a countdown timer for the date of Championships: 56 short more days until marching band is over forever. :/  I have mixed feelings about marching band: no more stress about juggling band with school work, but not so much time with my friends as most participate in marching band too.  Soak.it.up.