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. At school by six am, marching until first period, and staying after to play at the football games not getting home until midnight. I would become so tired physically and mentally that I would just collapse at the end of the day. I never any time to do homework, and it was reflected in my grades. I just couldn't do it. In theater you get the choice to stay after, and when you do, it's fun. We build
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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.
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.
Marching band was fun I was very sceptical about getting all my music memorized but Ms.Snider made it very easy and kept encouraging me to get it done, along with the other members in my saxophone group. I had watched the marching band as a kid and I never thought that it was as hard as it really is. Getting all the steps and starting on your left food is very important when staying in step and getting a good rating at contest. My friends and I got even closer, and I made a lot more friends.
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.
The time is now. The roaring crowd settled, the stadium lights shined above us, the field was set. It was time to show the audience how much dedication, sweat, and tears were put in the show right before the eyes. The masterpiece, I like to call it. The hardest part however, is making it seem so effortlessly.
but then all of that enjoyment slowly started to go away and disappear from me. It was the fifth day of tenth grade. It was nearing the cut off date for schedule changes and I was thinking about quitting band because it wasn’t fun anymore and it was a parasite that was leeching on my free time. I decided to head down to my counselor 's office to drop band.
I would participate in the university's marching band. I have found a positive environment and happiness in marching band, and I could never see myself quitting. I find that whenever I'm having a bad day, marching band rehearsal always puts a smile on my face. During a football game, or a simple 3 hour practice, I can forget about my outside problems and focus on what I love to do: band.
Almost all the competitive marching bands have done away to trombone for safety reasons, intonation, and drill work. I had to adapt and learn how to play the new instrument. Since I was able to pick the horn up and figure it out quickly, I soon became able to teach the other three players in my section how the valves corresponded with what we knew with slide positions. The summer was merely putting two and two together. As the season went on we were able to compete and have a successful year, but what made that year special was we were able to watch Bands of America and then make a goal to perform there.
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.
To the average person, the high school marching band is nothing more than a bunch of geeks that play during half time at the football games or monopolize the benches by the band hall, but to me, it is so much more. To me it is a family, a safe haven, a creative outlet, a home. I have been involved in marching band for three years, going on four, and I wouldn 't trade the experience for anything. When I entered high school as a scared and awkward freshman, I immediately had three hundred people that I could rely on. The program quickly became like a second home to me and opened up a whole new path in my life.
I believe in marching band. I believe in blood, sweat, and tears. I believe in working hard not only for yourself, but also for the other 90 people on the field with you. I believe that if someone can get through a season without sweating, bleeding, and crying a few times throughout the season, they don’t deserve to call themselves a marching band member. I’ve spent each summer since I was a freshman in high school on the black pavement for 9 hours a day.
Marching season in band is rough,it's hot,it's painful,and it's repetitive but at the end of the day when you've marched a competition and gotten your scores are you really thinking about that morning's practice? No probably not. Some say the journey is more important than the destination i think otherwise. First and foremost, it is way more fun when you reach your destination. Just being able to march the whole show in front of all the judges and that moment when the horns go down and the crowd starts clapping and just knowing that you did it, is always better than thinking of practice yesterday.
I’ve spent hundreds of hours working with my peers, building friendships while working toilsomely to perfect one show each year. When we weren’t on the field practicing, we were performing at football games or at community events, bringing the community together with a sense of pride. Being a part of the marching band has taught me to put the betterment of my peers over myself and I have made it my goal to make the people around me the best that they