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Personal Narrative: Marching With The Redcoat Band In High School

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On a hot game day in Athens Georgia where is the most likely place you can find Carine? Marching with the Redcoat band of course! Throughout High School my dream was to one-day march with the famous Redcoat Band. All I wanted was to wear the striking black hat with the arches and proudly display the Georgia G on my back. I had watched patiently as older members of my high school moved on to UGA and were indoctrinated into the finest band in the land. In order to try and achieve this goal I worked tirelessly in High School making the grades to ensure my acceptance to the University. As a French Horn player I was taught to focus and work hard until you achieved your goal, whether this is in band, biology or college acceptances. I used this
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