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 Alongside football games, the Mighty Trojan Marching Band attends many competitions throughout the marching season. Bands true mettle are shown on the field. Competitions are a highlight for many members of the band, since they are filled with rival bands, food and music.
Why do we have to work for five hours a week for a ten-minute show anyway? I have homework to do, and this marching band rehearsal is just a waste of time. All of the thoughts that went through my head before the band’s first Friday rehearsal reveal how I did not understand the greater purpose of each individual rehearsal throughout the season. On Fridays, the band practices for an hour and a half before playing at football games. We went out to go over the first movement of our show, Skitzo-Circuso-Phrenzia, to perform at halftime at the game that night.
You can use it as your first practice.” About nine hours later I was standing on my first starting line awaiting my first cross country race.. For a uniform, I had to use my all-cotton gym shorts and T-shirt. For running shoes, I had no choice but to use my high-cut Converse basketball sneakers. Heck, at that point I didn’t realize that they even made shoes for
Gareth Bale runs at a speed of 34.7km/h while, Cristiano Ronaldo only runs 33.6km/h so he’s pretty quick. After I got done watching videos of those two it was 8:00 A.M. so I took a moment to picture the match going well. Usually when I do this I go to my room, put on my earbuds, get my phone and listen to a speech. I always listen to a motivation speech called “90 Minutes-This is football” before I have a match because, people say that before you are prepared physically, you need to be prepared mentally so you know you can achieve your dream and have the right
Personal Narrative My eighth grade year has barely started. I have never tried doing sports in school, so i figured i tried something new. So i joined flag football just to see how it is, I was nervous at first on how it was going to turn out, but after a while of practicing I was very comfortable with going everyday after school to practice. One day, the P.E. teacher announced, “Alright guys you’re all soon be going to High School, which means it will soon be time to apply for sports in High School.” This was exciting for me because after weeks of practicing flag football, I kind of felt like playing real football in high school.
My parents and friends knew the struggles I was going through with soccer and they all said the same thing, “why don’t you try cross country?” My answer was the same each time, “I would never even consider doing cross country, that's not going to happen. Sophomore year started and again I put myself through the pressures of making a soccer team. That year, the program cut 21 girls and I was put on a team mostly filled with freshman. I was devastated by this because I had worked relentlessly for four months during soccer pre-season
I used to think that I was going to participate in an after school activity for fun, but then my cross country team won the state championship meet, now I know I can do anything I put my mind to. Nothing was extraordinary about my life. I was just a normal ninth grader on the junior varsity cross country team. My times were not that great, so I had no intention of running varsity at all. We had a Saturday meet at Walker, but only the top seven varsity girls were going to compete.
With the gathering force of an essential thing realizing itself out of early ground, I faced in myself a passionate and tenacious longing— to put away thought forever, and all the trouble it brings, all but the nearest desire, direct and searching. To take the trail and not look back. Whether on foot, on showshoes or by sled, into the summer hills and their late freezing shadows—a high blaze, a runner track in the snow would show where I had gone.
I could hear voices, but I could not articulate any words. I ignored the pull of gravity and the screaming of my body and lunged forward. All the while the only thought I could produce was, “Why am I doing this?” I started cross-country freshman year. In middle school, I had played on the school football team. But being 5 foot 5 inches tall and ninety pounds, did not really equate to football.
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.