"Reset!" Mr. Z shouted through the obnoxious megaphone. Our mouths dry and salty, the entire band hurried lazily to their last set hoping not to be singled out. I spun around and pushed my foot forward when bam! I smashed right into a tuba player.
"Sorry," I grumbled in a not so sorry tone. My head ached slightly before the incident, so now it throbbed.
"No, don't worry about it. I wasn't looking in the direction I headed." These run-ins caused an angry annoyance throughout the group.
The marching band had spent all summer practicing here on the parking lot football field. We knew the cracks in the pavement and we knew the routine. We marched this set seven times tonight, and unless it looked immaculate, we would march it until nine pm struck, …show more content…
Despite that, I listened to the musicians behind me joke and laugh quietly amongst themselves. I felt the breeze and soon after I heard the leaves rustle in the wind. I took deep breaths in order to focus and lower my heart rate, which raced faster than Usain Bolt, but it grew increasingly difficult as time went on. 'Why ARE people so mean today? Why go on miserably like this?' I yearned to go home, away from this dungeon inside myself.
In and out, in and out, in and, "Set! Come on move faster. This is ridiculous," Mr. Kline shouted, piercing through the quiet noise around me. That WAS it. Each diminutive sense bombarded my ears. The directors continued talking, but I could only hear the mumbled conversations of students talking out of turn. The few vans that drove around transformed into race cars filling the air with nothing but their engine's roar. Birds screeched as loud as parrots and footsteps sounded similar to herds of elephants rampaging through an echoing …show more content…
My overloaded brain forged hypothesis that I needed to finish so many tasks, listen to so many people, and fill the shoes of everyone from the past. I felt I needed to answer all the questions ever asked all at once, it was too overwhelming to handle. Tears swelled in my small blue eyes, hidden by my dollar store shades. I could hardly stand. The things that comforted me before, the trees swaying and quiet hum of chatter, changed into detriments that fueled my sensory overload. In contrast, the things that I used to dread now held my only grasp to reality. Over the course of the night before I repeated each particular marching band move an incredible number of times. My rudimentary muscle memory now made it possible for me to maneuver the demanding set, regardless of the fact that my mind could no longer function productively. Problems crashed in on me from every aspect of my life. My close to flawless sets WERE not nearly infallible enough. My impressive GPA WAS now completely unacceptable. Four extracurricular activities, more like not getting into college. That essay won't BE good enough for my teacher, or even my parents. One hair rested out of line and I snapped. I ripped the hair from the back of my head and burst into silent tears. Anyone who looked close enough could see the slight shaking throughout my drained body, but of course, I thought no one cared enough to
"Sorry," I grumbled in a not so sorry tone. My head ached slightly before the incident, so now it throbbed.
"No, don't worry about it. I wasn't looking in the direction I headed." These run-ins caused an angry annoyance throughout the group.
The marching band had spent all summer practicing here on the parking lot football field. We knew the cracks in the pavement and we knew the routine. We marched this set seven times tonight, and unless it looked immaculate, we would march it until nine pm struck, …show more content…
Despite that, I listened to the musicians behind me joke and laugh quietly amongst themselves. I felt the breeze and soon after I heard the leaves rustle in the wind. I took deep breaths in order to focus and lower my heart rate, which raced faster than Usain Bolt, but it grew increasingly difficult as time went on. 'Why ARE people so mean today? Why go on miserably like this?' I yearned to go home, away from this dungeon inside myself.
In and out, in and out, in and, "Set! Come on move faster. This is ridiculous," Mr. Kline shouted, piercing through the quiet noise around me. That WAS it. Each diminutive sense bombarded my ears. The directors continued talking, but I could only hear the mumbled conversations of students talking out of turn. The few vans that drove around transformed into race cars filling the air with nothing but their engine's roar. Birds screeched as loud as parrots and footsteps sounded similar to herds of elephants rampaging through an echoing …show more content…
My overloaded brain forged hypothesis that I needed to finish so many tasks, listen to so many people, and fill the shoes of everyone from the past. I felt I needed to answer all the questions ever asked all at once, it was too overwhelming to handle. Tears swelled in my small blue eyes, hidden by my dollar store shades. I could hardly stand. The things that comforted me before, the trees swaying and quiet hum of chatter, changed into detriments that fueled my sensory overload. In contrast, the things that I used to dread now held my only grasp to reality. Over the course of the night before I repeated each particular marching band move an incredible number of times. My rudimentary muscle memory now made it possible for me to maneuver the demanding set, regardless of the fact that my mind could no longer function productively. Problems crashed in on me from every aspect of my life. My close to flawless sets WERE not nearly infallible enough. My impressive GPA WAS now completely unacceptable. Four extracurricular activities, more like not getting into college. That essay won't BE good enough for my teacher, or even my parents. One hair rested out of line and I snapped. I ripped the hair from the back of my head and burst into silent tears. Anyone who looked close enough could see the slight shaking throughout my drained body, but of course, I thought no one cared enough to