HIT

So much has happened lately as the class of 2011's final season of marching band comes to a close. We've voted and counted Senior Favorites. We've written our Senior Wills. I've read through those who have sent their's in and tonight at practice the seniors and DEADs alone marched the first song. The first 2 months have gone by so fast that I have had no time to stop and notice: We're seniors. This is the final year. This Is It. I read some of the more 'farewell' type Senior Wills written by fellow senior band members and began to cry. I can hardly believe I will soon be leaving my friends, and band directors who have all influenced me so much. At this time I also remembered back to my freshman year. I read the Senior Wills hardly knowing anyone who wrote them and thinking about how far away that year was for me. It was so much closer than I'd thought and now more than ever I want it to be further away. But I'm not completely upset. I am happy and comforted to be standing at the end of this road with my fellow seniors who I have grown to love so dearly. I picutre us all standing in a line, arms around eachother's shoulders, with our younger band mates behind us and in a line between us and the youngins with their hands upon our shoulders'. The directors who have taught us and influenced us to become the amazing group of people we are. Just a silly little illustration but so wonderful and true.

This wonderful, sad and nostalgic reality has hit me and I'm ready to let it motivate me to make the remainder of my time accompanied by the ones I love the absolute best.