My OperaUgh, Band Camp...
Wednesday, November 21, 2007 6:35:56 AM
It had come; the thing I had feared most of the summer was finally coming to reality. BAND CAMP
It cut my summer vacation two weeks short. I gave up two weeks of the best days of my life so I could be initiated into the high school life, which wasn't what I thought it would be. When teachers told me that high school was much better than middle school, I just thought more homework and wanted to stab the teacher with a spork. But these days in high school are proving themselves to be exactly that and much, much more. High School Days were beginning the best days of my life (and still are now).
Band camp was the same everyday. Learning the fundamentals of marching in a marching band. We learned roll steps and flanks and playing while marching. After awhile, I had the fundamentals down and passed my examinations. I made friends with the people I didn't already know. I made better friends with the ones that I did know. Yet, I drudged myself into the parking lot (which was the exact length and width of a regular high-school football field) everytime we had to do something more, and I partied a little too much when band camp was over. In truth, all band camp taught me was how to march. I would not learn to be in a marching band until soon after.
...and marching was no longer the key aspect of a marching band in my mind.
It cut my summer vacation two weeks short. I gave up two weeks of the best days of my life so I could be initiated into the high school life, which wasn't what I thought it would be. When teachers told me that high school was much better than middle school, I just thought more homework and wanted to stab the teacher with a spork. But these days in high school are proving themselves to be exactly that and much, much more. High School Days were beginning the best days of my life (and still are now).
Band camp was the same everyday. Learning the fundamentals of marching in a marching band. We learned roll steps and flanks and playing while marching. After awhile, I had the fundamentals down and passed my examinations. I made friends with the people I didn't already know. I made better friends with the ones that I did know. Yet, I drudged myself into the parking lot (which was the exact length and width of a regular high-school football field) everytime we had to do something more, and I partied a little too much when band camp was over. In truth, all band camp taught me was how to march. I would not learn to be in a marching band until soon after.
...and marching was no longer the key aspect of a marching band in my mind.
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AyanAyan07 # Wednesday, November 21, 2007 7:06:27 AM
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