Hard Work earns success in marching band. Continuous playing , short weekends, and exhausting practices gain your band praise and pride. The continuous playing in band class and then at practice after school seems to never stop. After the practices are done you get the songs so stuck in your head that they feel like the songs are implanted in your head.
From the beginning of my high school career, I have always been thoroughly engaged in all school events, clubs, and extracurricular activities. One organization in particular that has had a significant impact on my life and that I believe can and will contribute greatly to my success at Penn State is the marching and concert band, which has taught me how to be a leader and work to achieve a goal. I joined the band during ninth grade, and in complete honesty, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. Up until this point in time, I had never read or played music before, and compared to every other marching band member, I was surely the weakest. However, I would not let myself be the worst due to being the newest.
I realized that the only way I could achieve the results I desired was to work harder, so I focused more energy into my schoolwork and it paid off. I continued to play the flute all through high school, and participating in marching band had an equally important impact on my life. Through marching band, I learned the importance of time management. Rehearsals every day after school, Friday night football games, and Saturday competitions that lasted all day greatly cut the amount of free time I had. In fact, the majority of my free time seemed to disappear, until I started working on my time management skills.
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.
“Performing Life in Color, the PRIDE OF CALEDONIA!” I close my eyes, but not for too long. Shortly after opening them, I prepare to play Counting Stars by One Republic. A few moments of silence pass and I silently count in unison with the rest of the band: “One, two, ready, and step!” Band in its many forms—Choir, Jazz, Piano, Marching, and Concert—comprised a large part of my life.
Which Ozzy a hissy fit over, because he wanted the section to be whole, but in the end he got over it. At the end of every Marching season, we have a concert and play every song we have played that season and awards are given out. Due to all my hard work and practicing I got the “Most Improved”
Before you play any sport you have practice and learn the basics. This practice is what we call band camp. Band camp in a nutshell is waking up early to go to your school practice for a while in the morning, then you get a break for lunch, and times will vary depending on how long or short your band hours are. During the day you will have
I looked forward to this week of camp all summer, and it had finally arrived. The moment I heard the first overwhelmingly, excited squeal of a camper running through the welcoming gauntlet, I knew this was going to be an incredible week. Once all the campers arrived, we followed the normal routine and brought them down to get acquainted with the cabin and with one another. I was in the middle of running back and forth between two giddy girls, when one of the camp supervisors asked to pull me aside for a moment. A thousand thoughts rushed to my head as I made my way over to the supervisor, sure that I was seconds away from getting yelled at.
When I was a child my mother would take me to the Oktoberfest parade each year to watch the marching bands. I still remember standing on the sidewalk eagerly waiting for the sound of cadence from the drums; the bass drum like the pulse of a living creature and the sound still playing in my mind long after the parade had ended. Years flew by and suddenly I found myself standing in block band awaiting the three sharp chirps of the drum major 's stainless steel whistle a signal that would spark a chain reaction causing each row to step off like a well-oiled machine. Standing as still as statues we waited until the drum major had called "Band ten hut!" after one short whistle and one long whistle the signal that we were about to step off.
That fall I joined the cross country team and lettered varsity. Later in the spring I joined my high school’s musical, and a year later I got the lead role. These were two things I ended up loving throughout my high school career that I never would’ve had the courage to try if I had stayed in my comfort zone of playing softball. I knew I had given up a major part of who I was, but what I didn’t know was all the other new experiences and people waiting behind that door. The injury itself was a brutal ending to a big part of what I thought made me who I was.
Rebekah Woods, a third year front ensemble member and eleventh grader quoted the movie Drumline, saying, “One band, One sound.” Band members have similar mannerisms, such as walking in time when not in band and making simple songs or beats outside of practice. Around each other, band members lose most inhibitions they have at school and enjoy the presence of other band members before practice. The 2015 Mighty Trojan Marching Band
Officially marching band is not a sport, but it honestly should be with all the practice and competing that the band goes through. First, there is the fact that marching band practices more or about the same as any sport out there. Marching band practice starts in the summer, before school even starts, and from there goes on until football season is over. There is also the fact that there are a few Saturday practices that last the whole day.
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.
“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.
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.