Personal Narrative: The Elba Marching Band

As a long time member of Burnaby North 's marching band, I can conclude that being in this band strengthened numerous abilities. By travelling, achieving, and overall working together, being a member of this band greatly reinforces my teamwork and communicational skills, along with my discipline, leadership abilities, and my aptitude to multitask. Not only have I developed myself by participating in the marching band, I have aided others in developing their sets of skills - the aid is essential, for performing with the band requires a conglomeration of a variety of skills. Such skills include musicality, responsiveness, dexterity, collaboration, physical technique, and mental acuity. Participation in the band does not limit itself to the

I was feeling a lot of different emotions before practice even started. I was tired from not getting enough sleep to having to go through this at least 1 more year. I was nervous that I would have to teach the freshman on how we do things in marching band. I was excited for the new show and that I was finally a senior. What made me even more nervous is the fact that I was 1 of 2 seniors for the flutes.

I’m a person that is constantly doing something. Whether it’s marching band or working at Kumon, nothing satisfies me more than getting things done. I’ve been this way for as long as I can remember. To me, I can’t will myself to be stuck doing nothing unless I’m sleeping or eating- it just isn’t possible. Although it’s a trait that some may not admire, it’s something I appreciate in the plethora of my personality traits.

Many students have the opportunity to work in teams whether it’s a sport or a club that partakes in competitions. For me, that activity is marching band. Although marching band isn’t a sport, it’s similar in the team aspect, except we can have 150 or more other team members. Working in such a large group can be very overwhelming and time consuming. The season starts in late June and can go on well into the months of November or December.

I had always thought how amazing it would be to be the one to lead the marching band, be the band director's right hand, represent the group, the one everyone looks up to. Being selected as a co-drum major, I did not realize the plethora of responsibility I would have during my first year of leading. I was not exactly respected by the entire ensemble considering I was only a junior. At that time, I was practically training for when the time came to lead the band alone. Considering that this is now my second year leading, I behave differently as well as being treated antithetically compared to the ensemble; the band considers me as the "mom".

It all came down to this. All of the long hours of hard work, all leading up to this one final practice. Next Saturday the Liberty High School Marching Band would be competing at the FootHill Band Review and every member had to give it their all if we wanted to have a successful practice. It was a brisk October night, the leaves on the trees were turning a beautiful auburn, and the sun disappearing into a golden sea behind Mount Diablo. As we got into our formation in the parking, I felt the brass slowly turning my hands numb as I held my trumpet.

On a hot game day in Athens Georgia where is the most likely place you can find Carine? Marching with the Redcoat band of course! Throughout High School my dream was to one-day march with the famous Redcoat Band. All I wanted was to wear the striking black hat with the arches and proudly display the Georgia G on my back.

Hello. So this is gonna be a really honest talk. This year 's been miserable for us for this entire year. We 've done our best to hold this group back, we 've had crappy attitudes, we 've done everyrthing incorrectly. And I 'm generalising, it 's not everyone.

I cannot believe we have another marching band rehearsal. I have to walk out to the school’s marching band practice field again for the third time this week, just to go over what we already did yesterday. It is hot, humid, and I am tired. We go through all of this work, and we do not get anything from it. Why do we have to work for five hours a week for a ten-minute show anyway?

Throughout my years of participating in high school basketball, I have overcome many challenges. My freshmen year, basketball started in a way I never expected. Continuing on, I understood the real meaning of hard work, and what it takes. Lessons I learned in basketball will carry on throughout my life, helping me to become a successful adult.