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I slammed the tip of my flag at the ground with my arm in the final position, and head tilt upwards. There was a audible sound of the whole color guard heavily breathing, as we all end simultaneously together. A perfect run. However, there was no echo of the band playing their last note, there was no roaring applause and cheers from the audience. In fact, there was no band, there was no audience, just twenty girls on the field along with two coaches sitting at the top of the hill.
“Reset.”
We all went back to the beginning getting ready to do the whole show again. No comment was made about the previous run. Sure it wasn’t perfect, because there was no such thing as a perfect run in guard because everything can always be better, but it was definitely the best run we had so far this whole season and came very close to perfect. The …show more content…
I would receive points from my mother when I made my bed without being told or when I clean up after myself. These points were turned in for rewards.
Since I was young, I was constantly recognized for doing well or when I do something right, whether it something physical or just a simple comment. As I transition into high school I realize that wasn’t the case anymore.The only students getting recognized were the ones getting perfect scores on ACTs, or the ones that earned tons of money for charity. The ones that did well in school and turned in homework, the ones that held the door open for someone was no longer recognized. Nobody recognize me when I finally did really well on a essay or when I solved a calculus problem I was stuck on.
State finals that season wasn’t good that year. There was more wind than we expected, two of the members in the band tripped. In the end we received a score of two instead of a one. It was our worst performance but it definitely wasn't the