Austin Cowler, My Story

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So marching band was an interesting time, full of turtles named pepe, taking an extra step (lots of extra steps), getting yelled at by a whiny jew, playing when you're not supposed to, wasting all of your fucking time at rehearsal, having literally no life, and hating whatever life you do have. It fucking sucked, but I somehow managed to have decent memories above all that.

It started in eight grade when my band director asked who wanted to do marching band in high school. I wasn't that good anyway, but I said "fuck it, why not?". I went to a prep rehearsal type thing in May and we just played cards against humanity and talked. They were mostly asshole homophobes, so I told them literally nothing about myself. It was boring and it kinda sucked but oh well.

Near the end of summer was the beginning of band camp, which is essentially two straight weeks of boring, repetitive, tiring bullshit. During that time, I picked up a lot of memories, mostly shitty terrible ones, but there are two or three that aren't half bad. But as a whole, I hated band camp and I never want to do it again.

All of this adds up to one thing; I hate band, especially marching band. It's boring, tiring, repetitive, and most definitely not fun. Band sucks, which is why i'm not doing it next year. Yeah, you read that right, I didn't even pick it as an option, i am out for good because I definitely prefer theatre.

Speaking of theatre, in the past year theatre has literally consumed my life. I have a passion, a talent, and unlike percussion I actually plan on using this talent, pursuing it... living it. So next chapter, that's what i'm gonna talk about; my transfer into theatre. But enough for now, because that's all for the next chapter.