Freshman Year of Marching Band

by bandgeek88

Okay so this is somewhat a poem of my experinces of Freshman Marching Band, I hope that you guys have shared the experiences in some way or another, please R&R! I will update as the school year progresses

Freshman Year

That very first day, you walk in to band uncertain,

You don't really know anyone but you're people,

The people that you have been with since Band day 1 year 1.

You walk over to your section and sit down,

The only familiar face in your section isn't here yet,

You see the really cute guy, the Football player, the Cheerleader, the Tennis player; the other 3 still aren't here yet.

You keep quiet and try not to make yourself look bad.

Then everything starts to rush and people show up,

Before you have time to think, the director is handing you music,

You pick up your instrument and smile, at the only thing you know for sure,

You know that no matter if you play at the wrong time, it will look and sound good.

Class is almost over, you put up your instrument, slowly but surely the others in your section make conversation.

You start to get that feeling of belonging,

Not long later one of the seniors designates you their Freshman.