Marching Band

life.
where were you friday night?
at a football game, marching at halftime.
what about sat-rday?
marching contest.
sunday?
practicing for region band.
monday after school? tuesday? every other day of the school week?
marching practice. come on, you think i have another life or something?

this is kiski last year.
1. a cult of the top students in the school, playing as one, moving as one, becoming one.

2. the greatest thing i’ve ever experienced.
marching kids hate mb during practice, love mb during compet-tions, and miss mb when its over.
1)the greatest extracurricular you can ever join. it’s so kick-ss, and we work so much harder than the d-mn football team

2)the activity that consumes your summer.

3)where all the hot guys are.
i have a marching band compet-tion on sat-rday. we’re going to kick north penn’s -ss.
1. my whole entire life.
2. the cl-ss i live for.
3. the after-school activity you actually enjoy.
4. what you look forward to all year long, and you even love marching in the mud, the rain, and the blazing hot sun at band camp.
5. it taught me to appreciate the dirty things in life.
6. the late night bus rides where you play games, sing cheesy songs, and make out with your bus buddy (hey it’s dark, and almost no one can see).
7. getting naked in front of everyone and loving it.
8. your real family, that you love and also want to do things with.
9. it takes up all your free time and you love it.
10. something to actually be proud of, since we work harder than the football team, probably win more awards, and we have more fun. plus, it’s one of the only sports that has boys and girls. you can never go wrong with that.
11. the feeling of belonging to something.
12. the best thing on the planet!!!
at one band compet-tion, we got to the school at 2 a.m. and got back at 4 in the morning the next day. i was tired, my feet hurt and i had five shots in my coffee just to stay awake. and for that 24 hours my home was the white tent where we changed, my family was the band and all my friends, and heaven was those styrofoam cups of burning hot chocolate and out sock feet stepping in rain puddles while we frantically changed into marching uniforms. it’s the amazing feeling you get when you finish the last note of your marching show, and the sound resonates all around the stadium, and you snap back to attention trying so hard not to smile because you’re so happy.
it’s a sport. get over it.
marching band is a sport.
1. a group of amazing hilarious (yet perverted) people who can march in step, following a drill chart, while either playing music or spinning a flag/rifle/sabre
2. people playing music in the stands at a football game or dancing to it
3.the hardest workers in the world
4. a group including br-ss, percussion, woodwinds, and colorguard.
5. my life
6 synonym:awesomeness
1. the marching band is hot!!!
2. the colorguard shimmied to wipe out, so the drummers were distracted.
3 those d-mn sat-rday 7 hour practices.
4. woodwinds are bad marchers, and percussion doesn’t even dare to try
5 i have band practice 7 days a week.
1. my life
2. the best thing ever.
3. one of the hardest sports that is often overlooked.
4. where you learn to march, play music better(while you march), spin flags, rifles or sabres(if you do color guard), and work together to perform a great show.
5. one large family with lots of incest. made up of the band, the drum majors, the band director, the colorguard and the, usually very hot, drumline.
6. in marching band you usually partic-p-te in the following: compet-tions, halfime performances, practices, 3 hour bus rides, and parades.
7. your excuse for not doing homework.
8. where you also learn leadership, how to work with others, how to have fun, and how to work hard, even if your sick and feel like your going to faint.
9. your salvation after dealing with all of your other cl-sses every day.
10. going to band camp.
11. the best thing i ever joined.
“thinking the show will never work. and then, finally, it comes all together and you have achieved perfection , drumming your hands off and playing your brains out and tossing higher than the sky. a slice of time in a stadium when everyone cheers and your mom cries and pictures get taken and once, just once, you have the world in your hands. and the band marches out of the stadium and down the street, always together whether it’s success or not, and you know by the feeling in your hear it doesn’t get any better than this. and you know if your director asked you to turn around and “do it just one more time a little better” you would”

i love that quote(or whatever) and that’s exactly how you feel in marching band. anyone who doesn’t like marching has never done it.

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