It was 5:30 in the afternoon as I dressed in my marching band uniform in the smelly locker room. All my friends were with me and we were excited for the tournament. I was very prepared for the tournament because we had practiced all week for this day. As I walked onto the school bus, I sat with my friend Tyler. The smell of beef jerky danced in the air as I saw Tyler open a bag of pepper beef jerky.
He invited ‘News at Ten’ to broadcast the event on the last day it was held, it was the first time the whole public was exposed to the new world of Acid House and they were not pleased at all. The event gained a lot of negative feedback as people were in “shock” over the “spaced out kids.” Many media outlets cancelled interviews with the DJs of these events and several radio stations banned any records containing the word
Day 1 I got lost out in the wilderness. My heart fueled my body with adrenalin, so much that I couldn’t stop shaking. My actions today put everyone in my squad in great danger, and I hate myself for it. We were all so excited for Saturday when we finished up our patrol.
His father allowed him one aesthetic subject and he’d chosen creative writing. But he’d barely get anything done. He was lacking inspiration, and writer’s block might just be the worst illness a person could ever get. The mall was crammed with erratic people running from store to store, making the whole scene look like a 20’s silent film.
Janet Arlene Stroup, at the age of 79, has quite a few stories about her days in school, and lucky for me, she was happy to share them. Janet attended Evendale Grade School from first grade to eighth grade. Every morning she walked two miles to school with her five younger siblings. At the beginning of the day, someone would ring the bell on top of the school and the children had to begin coming in from playing outside. If they weren’t in their seats by the second bell, they were marked tardy.
High school was an extreme thrill from the first day of my freshman year. As I stepped off the school bus and entered the building, I knew that Brewbaker Technology Magnet High School would be my home for the next four years. BrewTech was ranked the number five school in the state, so I knew I was among the elite and had big shoes to fill. As I began to stroll the halls to locate my class, I was greeted by smiling faces of students and teachers a like. With minor bumps in the road, I completed my freshman year in high school acquiring friends that I still have today.
Over the past six years, I have become very passionate about music to where I have made it my biggest goal to become a high school band director. Participating in marching band every year, I learned how to teach marching fundamentals to students. I have also participated in concert band in which I learned how to teach students to play with beautiful tones and phrases like a professional musician. It’s an amazing feeling knowing that you have made a huge impact on a student just by sharing your knowledge with them. Teaching students how to
Looking around, we discovered that there wasn’t even a large enough tree or building to provide protection from the sun. The kids that had been playing in the pile of rocks and sand that was to be used to fill in a foundation, had run off to hide from this new group of strangers. Looking across the street, the only public building was a bar, which served as football central, packed with men watching the Men’s World Cup games. Before setting up our tent for the children’s ministry area, all 64 of us went to look at the houses that we would be working on for
On the bus it sounded like an abandoned house, all of my teammates were locked in thinking about the war we would soon face. Unlike me, scratching my thigh because of the uncomfortable bus seat and trying to close the tedious bus window from letting the frigid breeze fly through. I could only hear Tyler Boatwright’s rap music from his ipod, it was extremely loud. The distractions all around me hindered me from concentrating on the game. My inability to concentrate was something my dad
However, one of the band’s most feared experiences is marching camp. In brief, it’s a miserable week of sopping, breathless, and exhausted teenagers trying to learn as much as their halftime show as possible, before the first football game. In contrast, one of the best involvements someone would have with their band is finally getting to compete. There’s such a thrill when performing in front of a huge crowd complete with nothing but music enthusiasts. For once, all of the people filling the stadium don’t come to watch football, they come to watch bands play their hearts out under backbreaking pressure.
“Oh ma gosh, did you know about this?!” I couldn't believe my eyes! The image burned into the back of my head and through. How was this allowed? I was never expecting this to happen, not in a million years.
I’m at home on the high school parking lot. It’s the only space the administration grudgingly affords our marching band, and yet it’s ours. The band family lives and thrives off people supporting each other, we are there for each other when no one else is. I was elected by this family to be their band president last spring, and I have been completely changed. Despite the flashy title, I am still just one member of this 140 strong group, and I am still pushing to fulfill the responsibility placed on my shoulders.
Out of all the things I would do in high school, nothing would impact me more than joining the North Rangers Marching Band. It would give me more skills than any other aspect of my life that would prepare me for a future and allow me to evolve from a shy child to an adult with skills that prepared me for my future. I went into high school as a shy kid, with no true direction, at least until I discovered my schools marching band. Although coming in two years behind most of me peers, I knew that this was where I was meant to be, and with that, my mind was set and I was determined. Throughout the next two years, I would face countless difficulties with this that felt at times like tests of my willpower and what this band meant to me, but luckily I would push through, and in the end, would be left with a stronger person.
Easy to encounter, not so easy to overcome, failures claw at hopes and successes. They bring down those who are weak enough to let them in. They strengthen those that can get past them. I got past one that almost ruined my chances for new opportunities.