During my sophomore year in high school, a friend of mine convinced me to try out for the majorette team at my school. I never thought in a million years that I would ever be a majorette. In fact, I didn’t even know what a baton was or how to even twirl one. Even though I was clueless I was ready to learn all that I can. I remember trying out and thinking I would most likely not make the team but I still went out there and tried my best because I believe in the slim possibility that I had a chance. When I found out that I made the team I was exalted with joy, it was the happiest that I had been in a long time. By being a part of the auxiliary I felt like I finally belonged somewhere and I had people to support me. From this experience, I established
