It was 8:45pm, a cold breezy night, the stand were filled but the filled anticipation. I stood there in my marching uniform with the thought of dreading to perform. The old dead sounding announcer yelled the next marching group. I hated everything second being in a part of my high school marching band. I invested three whole years, and what came to follow? Nothing. Yes I learned to drop the tv show i was watching and rush to practice or giving up thousands of my saturday to go to far nowhere land tournaments and practices but I would say my high school life now compared to how it used to is a paradox, spontaneous now but doesn't leave room for spontaneity. This gave me the influence of valuing the time and spontaneity rather than not acting
