I would say freshman year was fun, partially beacause of marching band. I remember my friend, Chiristine and I skipping practices because they were so ling and boring. We only played scales and reviewed songs for football games during that time. Then afterward, we'd head outside, form a square and march arounf the school playing The Thunderer. There was one time when it started raining on us during practice. In stead of letting us go inside, the teacher made us continue the march. My friend and I disliked him for doing such a thing.

The weather was usually hot when it came time for performing. Especially since we were in our cowboy looking uniforms. I hated the way the thick fabric felt against my skin and how the itchy hat was too big for my head. Fortunately, playing wasn't so bad. Although, I remember feeling my flute slowly slipping out of my sweaty hands from the nervousness building in my body and the tickling sensation on my cheek when a strand of hair would fall out, we made it through the song without any squeaks or instruments falling on the ground. I couldn't help but feel accomplished and proud for the group I was in.