Narrative Essay On Marching Band

“Consistency!” Paul, Adam, and Mr. Dietrich loved to scream this word at us. Band camp was probably the best and the worst days of my life but I would go through it all over again if given the chance. There were times when Paul would get so frustrated with the front ensemble that he would just leave without saying when he would be back or not and whenever he did that it was a bit of a saddening realization. It wasn’t just Paul that got mad like this Adam got just as mad and when Dietrich would get mad like that, it was time to duck and cover. What all of this made me realize though was that practicing is the only thing that will help you get good and sheer talent is never enough. I was dumb enough to ever think that my talent and family history in fine arts was going to cut it. Now though I can say that practice makes perfect and practice is the only thing to make perfect.
I was always held to a higher standard because I was the only girl but the thing is, I was just a freshman trying to experience it all. Adam was my favorite instructor of the three instructors I had but he was most definitely hardest on me. “ Lift higher Amaree, don’t use too much arm but still hit harder.” Adam loved to get at me about my four mallet technique, and he would always gesture at me to play louder then at the end of a run he would come up to me and tell me to practice at home, I never listened because I thought I didn’t need it but now I’m wishing that I had. When in marching band we went through runs over and over and over at times it would get quite frustrating and that was another reason I completely ignored practicing. When doing something that you love and you want to get better, practicing is the way. I wish I realized this sooner; maybe I could have become the best female percussionist in percussion