Who would’ve thought that bruising my arms and tearing my skin would be fun. As a part of the marching band, I have basically devoted my four years of high school to getting yelled at, flipping a cymbal until I physically couldn't do it anymore, and stressing over it to tears. In fact, I paid thousands of dollars to do it when I could've just walked 5 miles a day around a track while lifting 10 pound weights in each hand and following orders from a guy on a tower. No biggie. Choosing band above that free, lunatic, hypothetical scenario has its perks, trust me. This second family of mine has taught me things about myself that I didn't even know. They are such simple things, but they mean the world to me because these traits have come from what my world revolves around. …show more content…
As the vice president, I have gotten to know people I most likely wouldn’t have gotten the chance to meet and interacted with individuals who have different opinions and views as me. Band has become my life and I’m so glad that it has changed me to be a better person and given me the hope to make a difference in someone's life someday. While performing on the football field every Friday night at halftime and almost every Saturday of the fall has given me adrenaline rushes comparable to ones felt on roller coasters, band has also put me at my lowest and shaken me to my core. The intimidation felt when I hear other bands warming up behind us gives me chills and the frustration of not being as good as the standards set is the equivalence of being kicked while I'm down. Moreover, the difference between that one person who feels those same gut wrenching feelings and I, is that I get back up, dust off the dirt and come back stronger than