Start Of The Season

When other people think of fall they think of Halloween, or football, or leaves changing, but when I think of it, I think “Marching Band.” Actually I think of mid-season marching band. Pre-season starts in the summer, in the 100 degree heat. We work our butts off for four months to get one show. Then it’s done. The bus rides, the practices, everything is just done. Which is an odd thought. When you spend eleven plus hours a week doing something then you quit cold turkey, it’s odd. Anyway, I’m actually in the color guard. Not so much the band, but we are considered part of it. Like I said it’s about mid-season right now and we have our show almost halfway done. We have scooped out the others and seen what competition we have in store. And I am excited! If you think of the year as a roller coaster this would be the part when you’re chugging up the incline and you look down, your stomach does a flop, and your brain releases the adrenaline. Our jackets and shirts that say color guard all over them have just arrived and it’s always fun to see all of your section or your guard wearing the same thing at two in the morning when you get back from a competition. Also you can’t forget the joy of forgetting your hair ties at home, or running out of bobby pins on the bus. This is my last year of color guard, unless I decide to do it in college, and I’m so sad about that. Senior year is really a “year of lasts.” No matter how much I get frustrated with them my guard is MY guard. It’s a family away from family. I cannot wait for this roller coaster of a year.