Personal Narrative: My Study Of A Marching Band

With a mace in my hand and a whistle in my mouth, I felt that I would be able to rule the world. However, a load of long suffering came with that feeling. In the eighth grade, I was began preparations to join the marching band my freshman year of high school. During the course of my first year in band, I began to study the drum major very closely. I could picture myself on the field conducting and dancing in front of the band. For three years I studied the role. By the time I was a junior in high school I felt like I was ready to take on the role. I had mastered conducting, marching, and dancing. There were many days in my home that I unscrewed the broomstick off my broom to use as a practice mace. More importantly, I became a strong leader over time.
On the third year of my self preparation, someone else was chosen to lead the band. Of course, that was upsetting. The drum major lacked leadership and showmanship. The drum major caused the band to have behavior issues and did not perform well in competition. Instead of confronting serious and …show more content…
During the ceremony, I thought “will I be disappointed again?” The drum major did not get chosen at that moment. This time I was disappointed because of the hope I built up for such a grand moment. Eventually, the school year ended and summer began. Band camp started in the summer, and we still did not have a drum major. By now, everyone was desperate to know who was going to lead the band. The band director finally said, “Next week I will hold a drum major process to choose the new drum major.” I felt as if I had been revived in a desert that sucked the pure hydration out of my cells. As a senior, my last chance to be the drum major was finally here. I could taste it. The position called me and I was drawn to it. However, with great desire comes great hardship. No, the process wasn’t a piece of cake. In fact, cake wouldn’t have helped at