I slumped my backpack onto my shoulders and walked outside to the sticky, humid weather. I nervously smoothed back my light blonde hair. I hate school. My mother practically had to drag me out of bed this morning. But, I had to go to school. Especially today. It was my first day of band camp. My first day in high school. "Bye, love you mum." I called as I walked out of the door. "Be safe Michael." She replied, waving. I walked to school every morning. Sometimes, instead of going to school, I would roam around. I didn't quite understand the importance of school until later. I carried my 5 pound trombone to school. I auctioned for high school marching band in May and I made Symphonic Band(the second highest out of four bands). Reality …show more content…
"Welcome to Broxton High School Band!" Someone yelled from behind me. I kept walking until I found the band hall. People were sitting together and the band directors were walking in and out of their offices. I felt out of place and lonely. I had no friends, only the faces that walked past me in junior high. "Hi. What's your name?" An unfamiliar voice asked. "Me? Um, my name is Michael. What's yours?" I answered, hopeful that I would soon be able to call someone my friend. "I'm Calum. It's nice to meet you." Calum introduced. Calum was the same height as me and had short, dark brown hair. "I see you play the trombone. I'm a trumpeter." Calum said, smiling. "So, are you a freshman?" I inquired. "Yeah. You should probably take that jacket off though." Calum answered. "Why? I always wear my leather jacket." I said. "You are going to be so hot outside." Calum replied. I did as I was told and removed my black leather jacket, revealing a Nirvana t-shirt. "Do you have any brothers or sisters in band?" I asked, setting Croc, my trombone, down on the gray carpet. "No, but I have a friend who's a junior. His name is Ashton, he's a percussionist." Calum
My older sister loved the marching band, so I always got dragged to their performances. I could not tell what was so appealing about it all; it consisted of walking on a field while playing instruments and flags being swung in the air. Participating in a marching band was never what I intended nor wanted to do. The idea bored me, but my mom insisted.
We arrived at the concert around sun set. As we pulled up to the entrance, all I could see was a mass of humans. They scattered around the front of the building, some going in and coming out. In the middle of all the transportation devices there were a few men, in black suits, who pointed in different directions. They stopped groups of humans to allow the transportation devices by and vice versa. We now left our "car" with a group of other "cars" and made our way to the building. As we entered, we were told to form lines. At the end of these lines, we were greeted by a male human who patted each person, head to toe. He took a rectangle piece of material from our hands, and put a different piece of material around my wrist. After this we were ready to enter.
I was so ashamed of my physical appearance and nostalgic of my senior year of high school, that I isolated myself from the majority of the people I’d met. I started binge watching Netflix in my dorm room, making frequent trips to a nearby dermatologist and crying to my mom and friends from home about how I hated school and wanted to transfer ASAP. I was cold, lonely and ugly. I couldn’t wait for winter break so I could forget about my sucky dorm and lack of college friends for a while.
Where I learned how to become a leader through the leadership ensemble within the marching band. Where in my senior and fourth year of marching competitively, I became the Drum Major, and earned the Best Drum Major Award at the Roxbury Marching Band Classic Competition. From marching band I progressed into jazz music, where I became the lead alto saxophonist in the top jazz band at my school during my junior and senior year. I was also one of three saxophonists in the top band at my school. I picked up the clarinet, the flute, and the soprano saxophone on my way through high school, and have played all three as well in my performing ensembles. I played in the pit orchestra of the theater production of “All Shook Up”, and was the principal saxophonist at my high school. Too be short, I am very involved in all things music in the past and currently. Band and music have been a place for me to rely on, something that brings me joy when sad. Allows me to express myself through sounds and through instruments. It is truly a talent and a hobby that I hope to continue through college and through life because of the joy it brought me and creative outlet it was throughout my
As any normal teen, I was nervous for the first day, mainly being that my best friend had transferred to another school. I thought I wouldn’t be able to make any friends, and such did happen. I was never fully able to “fit in.” My hair was never long enough; my body was never skinny enough I was like the jigsaw puzzle that never fit. But not only did I have to fit in with my peers, I had to also fit in at home to what I considered to be the perfect family. My dad and mom were successful business tycoons, my two sisters were very popular and always maintained a perfect g.p.a. and then there was me, struggling to even get a B+ in class ...
Music has always been one of things I excelled in. In elementary school it was required to be in music but second in 5th grade you have the option to be in band. I was in band for 6 years before I stopped and I went to 5 honor bands. I played tenor saxophone and was 2nd chair all six years. Jazz band was something we had in middle school and high school. We had 2 jazz bands in middle school. Jazz one was for 8th graders and jazz two was 7th grade. I played in both. My first year I played tenor 1 and 2 and the second year I played baritone saxophone. My 9th grade year I played only tenor one. We didn’t have to audition but the students who plays that instrument normally would have first say in who gets 1st, 2nd and sometimes 3rd part. That
I loved playing famous marches and preludes by Bach, Beethoven, or even John Adams. I'm always eager to immerse myself into the diverse and complex music that concert season holds and see what new challenges await me, whether it be all region, playing in another band, auditioning for an honor band, or auditioning for concert solos. Playing in a professional orchestra can take upwards of ten years of music education and most music students can only dream of playing in one someday, but I have already had the opportunity and pleasure of doing so. The JROTC group at my school hosted an event where the National Air Force Band would come and perform in our auditorium with a select five or six students from our high school band, handpicked by the director of the National Air Force Band director, to play with them during one of their songs, and I happened to be one of those lucky students. This would be my first time playing with a professional band and I was so excited, I could hardly contain the huge grin on my face the whole time I was on stage.We played our song and were given a certificate that stated that we were apart of the National Air Force Band. We
I felt aisled it with no friends no one to talk to I always has been very shy and that didn’t help me much to get friends. Moreover I pass grade and went to south high school by that time I was a little bit more open I was waking up from my shyness and start meeting friends from different culture although that everyone in the united states was going to be just American people and no one was going to speak Spanish to me except my family. Additionally getting to know different people with different culture in one country to me it was something big and exciting I learn how to identity people from different country for example I could tell who Puerto Rican people were, Salvadorian Argentina etc. Just by the
I would switch back and forth between loving school and despising it. Often times I would be bored by the school work that was too easily completed. This was changed by a once a week class that was named Individualized Learning Opportunities (ILO). This class gave me a reason to enjoy school. The teacher Mrs. Krebbs was the most amazing person that I had ever known. She would let us play with glue and be messy and give us the attention we often lacked from our other teachers. During this time is when I made my first long time friend, Alex. I met Alex when I was in second grade. She was my first best friend and would remain in that position until we both moved away for college and lost touch. She always brought out my best qualities when we were
Personal Narrative- Marching Band Competition This season was only the second year that I had been in marching band, even though we did do parades in middle school. The year before, I was selected to be drum major of the upcoming marching season. I was excited to meet the challenge of getting back to the state championships. It was also nerve-racking because I felt if we didn't make it to state, it would be my fault.
I notice the security guards on both sides of the main concert area wearing a yellow neon shirt and black cargo pants. The people without the yellow wrist band that read attendee in black were not allowed outside the deck area. Everyone had their unique style of wear drove. The Spazmatics way of dressing is from the peculiar movie revenge of the nerds the singer's wearing a neck brace and high-water pants. The guitarist has tape on his geeky glasses and teeth so bucked-out he could chew corn through a picket fence. The bass player's wearing a crash helmet and a SpongeBob backpack and the drummer's break dancing in lederhosen. The people who attended, the men were waring from casual blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt, to a cowboy hat and boots. The women some in dresses and boots, to also casual blue jeans and Tennie shoes. I even saw a kid in pajamas playing in the swing set area. Next to me was a couple both wearing black cowboy hats and black boots. The middle-aged couple had matching watches and a neckless, I noticed a long brown wallet sticking out the back pocket of the male individual that had the name David engraved on
He looks back up at her for a moment. “If that's alright?” “Yes, but only if call me Rosalind.” He smiled, “of course.”
Growing up, I always felt out of place. When everyone else was running around in the hot, sun, thinking of nothing, but the logistics of the game they were playing. I would be sat on the curb, wondering what it was that made them so much different from me. To me, it was if they all knew something that I didn’t know, like they were all apart of some inside joke that I just didn’t get. I would sit, each day when my mind wasn’t being filled with the incessant chatter of my teachers mindlessly sharing what they were told to, in the hot, humid air of the late spring and wonder what I was doing wrong. See, my discontent
“I’m sure,” I responded. They put me in a private piano class with the same teacher my sister
This was it. I was expelled from the school. My life was over. I didn’t care about my other friends who were with me; they all kind of disappeared away from me. All I was thinking of now was myself and the trouble I was in and predicting what will happen when will get home and tell this story to my parents.