I always vow not to do something and then end up doing the very action I vowed not to. At the end of last year's marching band season, the last year marching band members were so tired of marching band and just wanted it to end. I had hoped to have a great, memorable season, marked by a close band and high ranking performances. But placings and awards don't last: memories do. In some ways, I feel exactly like they did. I'm ready for marching band to end; however I know that my very last performance with this marching band is approaching very quickly.
I anticipate not having long rehearsals every single Tuesday and Thursday and having the stress of managing my time with band and school, not hearing, "3,2,1, set" and all the phrases to try to make us rehearse with more discipline, not being pushed and pushed and pushed beyond my limits. Sorry I can't kneel on the ground or play: I sustained a substantial injury here. I attend practices, unlike some other people who may very well have a legitimate excuse.
I'll miss the spirit of the marching band as well as the camaraderie I have with most of the marching band.
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