~The Journey~
Remember that day,
That first day of camp,
As an incoming freshman?
Not knowing a single thing about marching,
Not knowing the road that lies before you.
And then you are apart of this family,
A family that you created,
An unforgettable family.
Then that family helps you do many 'first's
First day,
First step,
First set,
First show,
First football game,
First contest,
And then finally,
First last performance,
First state performance.
Then before that last performance,
You think back,
To all of those firsts,
To that day you knew nothing.
Realizing that those hours, and hours,
and hundred more hours...
Were completely worth it.
You miss those who yelled and screamed at you.
Just to make you do better.
You miss those horrible days in the sun,
When you even ran out of water.
You miss those days when you wanted quit.
Even when you were crying.
You miss them,
Cause suddenly it's all over.
That Beautiful Journey,
Is Now Over...For now.
I will wait till next year.
And when there is no more next year,
That is when I will only have memories left.
"Make Memories to last a lifetime. Never Forget."
~
Okay, that was pretty cheesy... I think I made that the week after our last performance and I was kind of deep into that 'post-season-depression' (cried making this poem...).But over the weeks during marching season, I heard that phrase over and over again, "I remember when you guys were just freshman on the first day of May camp. You didn't even know how to take a step..." . I heard it so many times, yet I didn't get annoyed. It made me realize 'These people surrounding me, taught me so much and had put in so much work to help us all be here today."
Then more speeches were said and we would all cry... Those kinds of moments are unforgettable, and I'm not sad that marching season is over. I'm just glad that there's a next year. But I don't know how it would feel when there is no more 'Next year'. I might as well make as much memories as I can until it's over. Cause when it's over completely, I don't want to leave feeling like 'Oh, I'm just another person in band'. I want band to be worth spending 8 hours in the sun for practice a week, or spending 10+ hours at school everyday for a few weeks in August camp.
I want memories that will last.
(-cough- I need to stop being cheesy...)
