I mean, now that I 've finished 4 years of grueling high school I know the smart people words for what Jeff and my 7th grade class did to Jessica. It was social injustice, but mostly it was just flat out mean. For half of my eighth grade year, I thought I would go to seminary school and become a priest because of Jessica. But then I remembered priests can 't get married, and I 'm marrying Courtney!How could I have forgotten that?! Plus, to be a priest, you have to get called and I haven 't got any calls.
I enter this fall semester a seasoned veteran of the drum line, having been on the line since my sophomore year. Last year was rough to say the least, and I intend to make this my best year yet. We lost a lot of people coming into this season, either through graduated seniors, or people who left the program. One of the people who decided to leave was my best friend. This was hard for me to take, and I am still adjusting to life in band without her.
Once, I was heading to a sports game, The Kansas City Royals to be exact, with my family from Evansville, Indiana Which is about a 6 hour and a half hour drive. My kids were having so much fun singing and messing around. We don 't really get to have family time. But when we do, all of us enjoy it. My husband was driving and said that we were going to stop to get something to eat once we got to Kansas City because we were about 4 hours ahead of schedule.
When I first started band I was in 7th grade and I had the highest hopes that band would be the best and easiest class I had ever taken but that thought was abandoned the first day of summer band. I had no clue what I was doing and if I didn 't mark my spot right I would get yelled at and get in trouble. When I say that it takes a lot of work we had to basically run across a football field while carrying a 20lb instrument, dodging people, playing a song, all while watching the drum major so you can keep on the beat. But I always used the seniors and other
arfield high school 's football team for the past 5 years has been seen as a joke; from the countless nights the band has to play and the cheerleaders have to cheer in hope of a victory, but being left with nothing to cheer for or look forward to those Friday nights under the lights. Playing difficult eastside teams and losing as if there were 5 year olds playing on the field. This was one of Garfield 's biggest upsets in sports history. Looking to build a better and cohesive football team; athletic director Ed Haskins interviewed coach Sparks in the middle of the 2013-2014 school year. Coach Sparks assumed the role of Garfield 's high schools head football coach and started football practice at the end of the spring track season.
As I began to get older, I start to fall in love with a quote by Mark Twain, “whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect.” Consequently by the time I recognized what the quote actually meant I was already too far down the rabbit hole and life was pulling my legs closer to the bottom. During my freshman year and like many other great tuba player in marching band I fell and broke my leg while square dancing in our show. Luckily during this part of the show I was not carrying my tuba, but after that year and moving to a different school, sad to say, I didn’t join marching band again. I was already at a point in my life where I needed to find a new hobby and I haven’t even turned 16 yet. So, I joined
For the summer of 2017, am planning on visiting my great grandmother for a week or two, but that is flexible. I am also looking into seeing a concert of one of my favorite artists, Hans Zimmer. It is in Nashville on the 16th of July. If I was chosen for Drum Major, the first thing I would be interested in addressing in the band program would be people’s commitment to practicing. I am in sax quartet, and one of our members frequently skips practice unannounced.
If they temporarily replace me, which they did last month, they suffered because of the refunds that were issued. They can’t afford a repeat, and though I offered to finance them until I returned, they will not accept it." After he closed his bedroom door, he could hear his mother weeping. It was muffled, and his father’s baritone voice, though inaudible, appeared to be offering comfort. Perhaps he was telling her ‘he’ll be back soon.’ He quickly undressed and climbed into bed.
One of the hardest challenges for me was switching instruments the end of the eighth grade year for the marching band that next fall. My eighth grade year I decided to switch from flute to trombone. I played flute for four years before I decided I didn't want to march flute that year and since we had one trombones in the band and need more. I ask my band director if I could switch he said no. With a lot of going back and forth, finally he said yes, but I had to meet after school on Monday for help.
When I was 13 my guitar mentor decided to form a band between him, myself, and another student of his.Even when we played at the worst venues I would still enjoy it just because I got to play. Once we played at a 37th wedding anniversary and everyone was so intoxicated that no one knew what was going on. Still played and enjoyed it just because I got to do the thing that I love the most. The thing that separates me from your average guitar player, is that most people think that they are not good enough or dont have the necessary skills.I didn’t realize this until about a year ago, I think that I have a real chance. Plus I just want it more than anything else i the world.
As I got older my brother introduced me to indie bands I grew to love. For example, Foster the People he told me to listen to their whole album instead of once song and that was the first full album I listened to and loved. Then, 2 years later, my still favorite band foster the people came to play at a one-day festival near my house. After weeks of convincing my mom if I could go, she finally said she yes!! That was my first concert and I went with my brother and best friend Bri.
My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates.