15 Day Marching Challenge.
Day 1 - Name, instrument, position, school, background Day 2 - Favorite corps Day 3 - Favorite show you’ve performed Day 4 - Least favorite show you’ve performed Day 5 - Favorite show you’ve seen Day 6 - Favorite marching memory
Day 7 - Least favorite marching memory
Day 8 - The one feeling during the season that you won’t ever forget
Day 9 - Biggest marching disappointment
Day 10 - Greatest marching achievement
Day 11 - Favorite marching tradition
Day 12 - A note to your director(s)
Day 13 - A note to your section leader
Day 14 - Design your own dream show
Day 15 - Your statement to the world about marching
My least favorite memory.. It was the Monday after what was suppose to be our first game (freshman year), the Friday before it rained. And there was a lot of lightning. The game was rescheduled for Saturday on the last minute, and somehow enough of the band assembled so that we could march the show, but the buses never came. We stood in the parking lot in the heat for hours, in wool uniforms, but we had fun. How is this relevant to your least favorite memory? you ask, you’ll find out real soon.
As the things that happened Saturday happened, I remembered thinking “Where is Sam? I don’t think 2 first year baritone marchers can handle doing this without a squad leader.” on Monday, the director addressed the entire band, informing us Sam’s mother had died on Sunday. Sam then moved in with her father in some small town in the middle of nowhere, luckily she could still make it to the games and continue her role as squad leader. She was unable to return to the school until May. Her mother was described as the definition of a band mom, and its unfortunate that we lost her like that.
There was a silver lining on this dark cloud, band members were able to go on a field trip to the funeral, and stop for lunch after. I was the only freshman on the trip, and a certain tuba/sax- playing senior took the opportunity to befriend me.