The Last Competition

Dear Reader,
Last night my marching band preformed at our last competition of the year, my favorite Tri-Vally. This competition was our last chance of getting a one and going states, but we didn't make it. As we walked the long way from the feild to buses, my arms linked with my friends all i could feel was frustration and anger. Since the first of August I had worked to get to States, the biggest acheviment for any high school band. As a team we had suffered through blazing sun and we marched back and fourth across black asphalt in our first few weeks of practice. Pouring rain as fall set in, hudddld in our black raincoats our intruments practically up our shirts to stay dry, freezing cold tempertures wrapped in scarves, hats, gloves and coats at practice. Sickness: continous racking coughes for weeks. All of this, and yet somehow we didn't make the cut. When we got on the bus a few people were practically steaming, some were crying. I called my mom who told me anout Swamiji's message the previous night. "you can never look at the outcome" she told me "that will get you no were". So i wrapped myself in my blanket and settled down because she was right, well Swamiji is right, of course. You really can't look at the outcome just the excpirence and what not. Despite the end i had and amazing three months with my fellow band geeks braiding hair, taking pictures, goofing off, more lunches then I can count sleeping on buses, it may sound simple but it was beyond some verbs, nouns, and ajectives. This 2011 marching band year. So now we will spend the next week putting on a "kick butt" senior show to quote my friend Catherine.