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WARNING! THIS IS A LONG POST OF ME GUSHING ABOUT BAND!

Ok, so like, for those of you who know me, you know I LOVE marching band. That’s 90% of what I talk about. “Oh man, the comp went great!” “Hey, listen to this licks!” “God, I hate these sets!” And after hearing what I say, some of you probably question why I love it so much, and they aren’t wrong to. We practice for more than 12 hours a week for months on end in the blistering heat and freezing cold, we’re not appreciated that much, and it just add more stress along with other classes. Sure, the music is hard. Sure, the practices are long. Sure, we’re underappreciated. But the reasons I love it are for the the people in the band and the lessons I’ve learned here. I’ve been taught about commitment, pride, respoibility, and unity. The people in the band are such kind accepting people. They love you no matter what and I couldn’t ask for a better group to be in. The offer such a welcoming environment, it no wonder all the band kids stick in small pods. So many of my friends said they didn’t know what to expect when they first joined, but they were glad that the students and staff were so friendly, they took the time to teach the rookies the instruments, show them how the group works, and quickly integrated them into our big, crazy family. The band family is like a big clock, with each section being a separate cog and each member as a little screw. Everyone has a responsibility to learn their music and drill, there’s no such things as a small part. Sure, maybe if one or two of those screws fall out or are loose, it might not have that big of an effect on a bigger band. But if you’re band is like mine and has about 60 people, every screw matters. If those screws all fall out, so will the cog and the clock won’t work. The cogs also need to work together. Say the woodwind and brass have an interlocking part with changing dynamics. If one tries to overpower the other, the cogs with grind against echo the and burn out, breaking the clock. But, if and when they help raise each other up, the cogs will turn smoothly. I don’t want to say they EVERYONE in the band is perfwct, because that’s far from true. Sure, we have our disagreements. Sure, we might not like each other, but we’re all part of the same group. No matter what we do, we do together. We play the same songs. We march to the same beat. We laugh the same laughs. We cry the same tears. We bleed the same blood. We’re all here for the this sport. And that’s the most beautiful thing to me. Band brings such a diverse crowd under that same name. A crowd that probably wouldn’t otherwise associate with each other, and that’s pretty cool to me. If you’ve ever thought of joining a band or drum corps, go for it, at least for one season. It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me, and I’ll bet it’ll be the same for you

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2.16.17 Sky High (37/100 days of productivity)

I went up to the 35th floor to do some last minute homework before one of my classes this afternoon. It snowed this morning, the kind of slow falling flakes that last for a little while when they land in your hair. It was pretty. 

Today was long but after class I went straight to the library and started working on the two papers I have due tomorrow night. Some friends and I stayed there for 6 hours! I mapped out both essays and now I’m in my room writing them. Anthony (mentioned in my earlier posts) is visiting this weekend. He came to the library to hang out for a few hours and now he’s writing his book. 

I hope I get to sleep at some point. Have a good night!