Reflective Essay: How A Band Changed My Life

Imagine the day you finally emerge from your cocoon of comfort and commence what the future holds. Imagine that bewildering feeling, clouding over your mind as you realize how the setting is quite different from your reassuring atmosphere. Now, imagine the environment you are now in consists of people who find interest in the same area, but carry out the same task at a different level, in a different way.
Well, in my case, band has been the one thing I would look forward doing since I first witnessed my sister pick up her own flute and play her first tune. Band, in middle school, was a hobby that I truly treasured because it wasn’t your typical core class. This class, notably, enhanced the need to utilize my analytical skills, engage my mind, and run free with my covert musical self. After graduating middle school, starting marching band over the summer before my freshman year was my cloud of bewilderment. As the days passed, and the
It wasn’t until the end of my freshman year that I began to understand part of the connotation of his words. He was a man to speak from experience, and I truly believed him. That same year, I was named number 5 of my class, tied with four other people, for the class of 2016, with a GPA of 3.900. Quite frankly, I was surprised to see how far I had gotten up without knowing or trying as hard as I could have. As I entered sophomore year, I began with a determined mindset. A mindset that was moderately similar to the one I had been surrounded with in band. As my director spoke about how one’s determination, integrity and work ethic can take a person with nothing to the end of the line with everything. I had never thought about how obtainable the craziest dream could really be until this individual shared his ideals with the rest of the family