There is a great debate on whether marching band is a sport or not. In marching band the performers have to get a physical. Also there are competitions for marching. Another thing is that most people think that only nerds are in marching band, but most people don’t know that the people in marching band are actually using more energy than the football team. Marching band is a sport because of the Physical exertion, the mental fitness, and the time it takes to practice.
When you think of sports, marching band is not necessarily something that comes to mind but should definitely be included in the category of a sport. First, marching band fits the definition of a sport by being physically exerting and requiring skill. A marching band not only consists of band members that play instruments, but also include the color guard. The color guard is a section of the band that does not play an instrument but uses props, flags or other items to enhance the visual appeal of the performance. Most times they can do as much, if not more, work than the members that play instruments.
The History of Marching Band There are many things that have influenced my love for music. However, the most influential of them all would have to be marching band. Marching band has been a major part of my life for 10 years. Marching band has been a way that musicians for many years have portrayed music throughout history.
Marching band a sport? Many people would say that is a crazy idea while others may understand it completely. Marching band is playing a musical instrument while marching a certain way to a tempo. Marching band is a form of entertainment that competes at competitions against other marching bands. Myself, knowing what marching band is and how it works from personal experience, marching band should be considered a sport.
Marching band; copious amounts of people scoff at the sound of those words. I often hear students commenting on how easy marching band is, how we don’t train like the football players do. At Anderson High School, that’s not the case, the marching band trains for just as long. As a band of over 125 individuals, it takes determination, pride, and confidence to achieve the goals we have set forth to accomplish. As a leader of the saxophone section, I know what it’s like to face failure, to overcome and turn it into success and to march on with confidence.
As the summer nears its end, band kids everywhere prepare for the hectic nature of marching band. We all begin to dread the coming of band camp, but long for the passion and livelihood of the approaching marching season. Band has its ups and downs; however, the benefits it leaves us with are immeasurable. For instance, a benefit of joining band is the beautiful and irreplaceable experiences someone will get to partake in.
Did you know that marching band members spend so much time putting drill on the field for an entire summer break?The Friday nights, and Saturday afternoons we spend on a football field? The energy, sweat, and pride we put onto a football field or parking lot? All this, but unfortunately, marching band is still known for an “elective”.
A challenge that I over came was tossing a flag in the Color Guard. I had to learn how to toss my flag from my teacher Mrs. Tomas. She had to teach me how to toss it high enough, so I can prepare to catch it. She had taught me how to toss it right so I can catch it and not hit anyone, and I had to practice a lot, so I can learn the moves, and do them right. It was hard, but I caught on very fast.
I hate marching band. Leaving the trap of a class was the best decision I made in my high school experience. Once I was through with band, I joined theater. Joining theater for my schedule well, introduced me to friends, and opened my mind to new possibilities I hadn't considered before. Marching band was physically demanding.
Until the fifth grade, my experience with marching bands was limited to… well, I didn’t have any experience with marching bands. Then, once I got into middle school, I went to that football game that all the fifth graders go to. I forget what they do there (and to be honest I’m not sure if they even still do it) and why, but I remember one thing very clearly: watching the marching band. They started playing their first song, and I was instantly glued where I stood, or rather, hung. I climbed on the fence to get a better view.
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.
“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.