So, on July 31st, announcements of who made the MMB and who didn't came available to the general public.
My name wasn't on there.
Nor is it ever going to be.
See, I didn't try out.
Nor can I ever.
So, everyone is heading off to band camp: Dan, Stephanie; even my sister is going into the high school band!
Ooh man do I miss that place.
I miss marching.
I miss every ache: my ankles ballooning up like no other, arms sore from holding my trumpet proud.
I miss the smell of valve oil... and okay, I would even deal with getting all over myself.
I miss the dew of morning practice.
I miss not being able to play by the second night, but magically, somehow, I could always seem to play by midday Wednesday.
I miss Mr. Brooks in-a-box, and would love to get used to someone else in some other PA system-like thing.
I miss playing pep tunes.
I miss playing fanfares.
I miss playing the same damn songs over and over and over and....
I miss the uniforms..... even when you don't know where they've been.
I miss the percussion ALWAYS playing!
I miss flutes and clarinets saying the trumpets play too loud.
I think I might even miss the saxophones, who think they know it all.
I miss being referred to as instruments, not names.
I miss Mr. Brooks never getting my last name right... Burkhart was his favorite replacement.
I miss hot dog formations, boxes, diamonds.
I miss high-stepping.
I miss chairs and halt cadences.
I miss drum cadences, and all those things the drum major and majorettes got to do up front that I never got to see.
I would even go as far to say I miss getting yelled at by Josh (but that's a little overboard, isn't it??)
Too many lessons I learned at band camp.
Don't fall for an upperclassman. He'll reject you right there, and you'll be the crushing on him for the next 4 years.
Being a leader doesn't mean being liked. Some people are going to right out hate you because you beat them.
Sometimes being a leader means you get to hear all the crap about your section. And you have to learn not to take it so personally.
Have a watch with you for field rehearsals... Otherwise you will be made a mockery of because you drank too much water that morning, and, well.... I think anyone could figure out the rest of that...
That some freshmen can come up with some pretty great pranks.
But when you were a freshmen, the seniors seemed so mean! You wouldn't have dared to do anything to them; you just had to take what they dished.
That you can never take too many pictures, even if you take them of the same people, places and things.
Chapstick was sent from above!
Even when everyone else is signing their names, don't follow the crowd.
Don't wear a skirt to school during marching season.
Being the only one in a quartet sucks.
I would have loved being in a section of great trumpet players. Of course, I would have loved to been on Mr. Brooks' office window. I would....
Well, thing is, I could go on and on about all the things I loved about band, and what I would love.
But reality is I have an obligation to too many other things. And for once in my life, I am working, not playing.
I'm jealous of all my friends who are in the MMB.
And I don't know how to deal with this.
To be jealous of friends.
This fall is going to be too hard.
Sheesch...
Don't get me wrong, I am proud of my friends, and will continue to support them in their musical endeavors.
But I'm green
with envy.
Help.
Originally posted on Facebook.
COMMENTS
Katie M.
I know exactly how you feel. I even miss Mrs Brooks... and you know how much of a bitch she could be... :(
August 6, 2007 at 2:54am
Corey Anne
Wow! You must really miss marching band!
There isn't anything I wouldn't give to be able to go back and do it all again. Exactly as it was.
Okay, I lied. Maybe I would change the whole Lauren fiasco.
And the Bryn thing. Yikes!
I wish I didn't have to take classes, study AND work.
But research is the reason I came to this University.
So I feel obligated to continue. Don't get me wrong, I love working in the lab.
I wish I could not take classes and still do all these extra things I love to do.
Unless some miracle happens and I don't have to work in college anymore....
no more marching band for me. :(
August 6, 2007 at 8:18am
