Narrative Essay On Marching Band

My dad said “Alright, I told her you can’t do it this year,” after he hung up the phone on the band teacher. We had just wasted the whole day doing nothing, just lagging around my grandparents house in Ohio. Now I knew that I was going to be doing even more nothing. I felt as if I shouldn’t have been there at that moment. I felt like we should have been driving home as fast as we could, so we could be back before night and be prepared for the next day. An ongoing angst made me unable to concentrate on the movie we were watching, or the conversations people expected me to reciprocate. I couldn’t help but wonder if everyone in the band that I admired would detest me for my sudden decision to not join. A feeling of isolation came over me as I …show more content…
I had zero expectations for the personality of those in band either, except I knew they were all a bunch of nerds. That excited me genuinely. When I joined the band, I had no clue that my free time would be consumed by spontaneous games of manhunt throughout the halls of the school. I did not know then that I would spend my halloweens dressed as a girl at a huge party rather than trick-or-treating or passing out candy. And primarily, I was clueless as to how much marching band would affect my character and self worth. Being in band taught me that being an open minded and giving person was possibly the most important aspect of personality. I learned to make friends based on how they treated me and others, not just how much fun I had with them. Everything I know about relationships between others and oneself was learned through being in band. But I didn’t start learning all of this until sophomore year. Having joined earlier, I could’ve developed myself so much further than I ever got to. It drives me crazy to this day that I’ll never know how much better I could’ve been. If I could seize the hands of time and twist them back until they scream ‘Uncle’, I would use that opportunity to force myself into joining