Nothing to do with the origin of species, just more about band camp. And don't tell Dr. Kerr I was thinking about band between last night at 10:07 and tomorrow at 3:00.
This year we're playing mostly DCI music. For those of you who don't know, DCI is an acronym for Drum Corps International, a collection of some of the best drum corps & marching bands in existence. So we're playing professional-level music, amazingly fun, but very challenging. We have one AMAZING trumpet player, who plays veeeerrrry high music, a great snare line, and, although I haven't really examined the others closely, they all seem very good. Yeah, sometimes it takes them a bit to learn the sets and sometimes the field crew doesn't do their job, but since the Pit is ALWAYS perfect ***cough*** we make up for any deficiencies elsewhere in the band. But seriously, we have an amazing group of very talented musicians, and even though this is the most difficult music we've ever attempted, I'm sure we will be playing it "with excellence" in a very short time.
Since when did I start using the first person when referring to the band's members? Last night, during the "End of Band Camp" address, Dr. Kerr told us that because we had survived band camp (and most of us operated on 6 or fewer hours of sleep per night, working 10 or more hours a day on our instruments [so it was really survival {thus the title}] ), we had earned the right to call it "our band" and had now become full band members. Thus the use of the first person plural pronoun in the afore-going paragraphs.
Thank you all for all of the support while I was really struggling with keeping myself excited about band. Some of your random notes, pictures, and texts did more than you'll ever realize. Just know I appreciate it!
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