Personal Narrative: Why I Move To The Football Team

The giant stadium lights made the sky pitch black, the 4th quarter clock of the football game was running out, and the band was getting ready to play the fight song and sing the alma mater for the football team. At first the panic feeling was brushed off (thinking it might have been the uniform), but each passing moment it kept getting more difficult to breath. No doubt, I was having an asthma attack, an hour away from home, in front of the entire band, and I didn't bring my inhaler. Meanwhile my squad leader told one of the parent chaperones what was happening. Instantly I was sitting on the bleachers waiting while everyone passed by heading for the busses. By the time they cleared the stadium I was moved to the stairs near concessions, and the EMT’s who were on site gave me an inhaler. Meanwhile the band had already left for home. Which meant that I got to go home with two parent chaperones, and the band director. Making for possibly the most awkward car ride home I’ve ever had. …show more content…
At the same time I find myself cherishing every moment, yet I still cannot understand why. Within the first week of fifth grade I had tried every instrument’s mouthpiece, and was recommended to trumpet. Instead I decided to go along with a friend and try the flute. After about 2 weeks we got our instruments, and started the first day of band during our recess period. Thus began the years dedicated to the astoundingly difficult flute. About halfway through 5th grade my Dad decided to buy a flute off ebay and fix it up himself. It proved a problem when I reached 6th grade and any note I tried to play sounded the same, so I ended up not playing. Of course my band director noticed and called me out; prompting me to get it fixed by a professional. After that the instrument sounded fine, but when it came time for the next concert I was still last