Color Guards’ Amazing History! People know that during half time at football games two bands play and in the band there are the color guard. No one ever stops to think about them and how they came to be. The fans just know that they are there most likely to just entertain them. They never stop to think twice as to how color guard was made and the big meaning behind it all.
Marching band is a huge commitment, but if a students is part of color-guard or the drum line... the phrase “free time” leaves their vocabulary. The practices start even earlier in the year and go even longer. Not only are there separate judges for color-guard and drumline, but there are also separate competitions: Winter Guard and Drum Corps. Both groups go all the way to international competitions.
My team helped keep this mantra alive throughout the season. Each day, after relentless corrections were screamed at us for several hours from the end zone, we would tell each other the things we did well and laugh about our mistakes. By the first competition, I was catching each toss in our show, but it was the failures leading up to that perfect moment that transformed me during that season. What I thought would be a summer of failures taught me the most valuable lesson of all- the only flags you truly drop are those that you do not even try to
The day’s will be hot and long, you will be tired, but the reward is greater than anything you could imagine. If you’re a freshman that plans on doing marching band, you’ve come to the right place. You can always ask someone in band what to expect when it comes to marching, but if you 're shy and don’t want to ask, I understand. I am a freshman that did marching this season, so I know just what is to be expect by this point, and I’m here to help.
These favorite memories include the James Madison Parade of Champions, my favorite band competition, and the band banquets where everyone comes together and has a great time reflecting on the past year. However, the band concerts are something that I will miss greatly. Working on two to three pieces of music for a couple of months sounds tedious. But after practicing and refining it, we always have it perfect by the end of the concert. Feeling this sense of accomplishment is very satisfying.
I was trying so hard not to mess up but I ended up messing up a couple times but I said hey no one 's perfect. The first day of tryouts was almost over the coaches got all of us together and put us in to scrimmage teams. At first I was really nervous I didn 't want to mess up but we started to play and a started to do what I did best which is play my game after we played a was pretty convenient in my performance but we still had the whole
Cheerleading Tryouts We had cheerleading tryouts at the end of last year. It was one of the most stressful times of my life. One of my biggest dreams was to become a cheerleader. Before cheerleading began I had more free time, played other sports, and spent more time with my family.
Are High School Sports Dying? It’s the Friday night lights, the thrill of running out of the tunnel, the loud warm up music, the crowd yelling to support you, that every high school athlete looks forward to. Winning the rival game, going head to head against friends from other schools, creating memories that will last a lifetime, those crazy bus rides and the long ones home after a tough lost. You play because you love the game but others play for the social aspect. Lately, it hasn't been about the players so much anymore it's been about your last name, who your parents are and how much money your parents are willing to donate to the program in order for you to get that starting position or more playing time.
One of the many changes that Coach Shambaugh made was hiring Coach Garett for the linemen. Coach Garett was exactly what the line needed he pushed us to expect more from ourselves and work harder. Now I am done playing football, I will never put on my pads again. I will never play another snap. During my time as a football player, I grew a lot.
I leaped as high as I could and unfortunately missed the tip the game was already heading south but the game had just started so we had no worries. The first quarter had several lead changes we both had bad shooting quarters shooting below the 30% but that wasn’t what mattered we were all worried about looking good as a team and winning the game not individual stats. About ¾ of the way through the first quarter our coach called a timeout and called us to the sideline and said “Guys you are a great group of kids and have made my coaching experience beyond expectable and you are a bright group of kids so after this season I’ll be retiring and making sure I go out with bang so win this game for me!” and that’s when the game took a drastic change, we began to play with our heart not just our
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.
The time had come. The award ceremony of the last competition of the marching band season, the National Championships for class IV A was beginning shortly. Being at the J. Birney Crum Stadium with the rest of band, as well as other marching bands from around the Northeast, was surreal. The energy was crackling through the air as we waited with anticipation for the ceremony to commence. Minutes before, all of us were watching a lively performance by Sacred Heart University.
I think my parents are going to go deaf soon. Between the snap of the snare drum, the ring of a crash cymbal, the kick of the bass drum, and the clang of the baby grand piano, my parents hearing is declining. With percussion and piano I have been drawn to the more boisterous instruments. Even though I play some of the loudest instruments, my parents still yell at me for being on the quiet computer. It seems that my parents don’t value quiet as much as I thought.
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.