Personal Narrative-Quitting Marching Band

I was finally free. I had more free time, less stress, and had lost the feeling of sweat dripping down my back. Quitting marching band was one of the best decisions I had ever made, and even though I was happy to be free, I had reservations about quitting. In my mind, band was where I would find people I identified with, but in reality, I didn’t find anyone who shared my interests. I longed to find a group that I fit in with. When creating my schedule for sophomore year, I frantically searched for classes to fill the void in my schedule where band used to be. My mom tried to help by suggesting options. She would say, “How about drama club?” or “How about an art class?” Reluctantly, I put drawing and painting on my schedule; I ended up being one of the worst in the class. I still hadn’t found what I was looking for, and as freshman year drew to an end, I was desperate to find an activity I excelled in -- a group I fit in with. …show more content…
On the drive home from school one day, my sister, a senior at the time, was telling me a funny story about something that had happened in her advisory that day. She was a Panther Pal, and it was all she talked about. My sister had met so many friends through Panther Pals, and I wondered if I could do the same.
At the end of freshman year, I filled out an application for Panther Pals. Then, I began to worry. The fear of not excelling at being a peer mentor and friend to the students almost stopped me from joining this extraordinary