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CW - Remember

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Eight seniors, including myself, sat in the band room for the last time. We were all about to leave the world of the Marching Spartans and move on into our lives. None of us would forget anything that happened in our time here. From six years to one, we each had many things to remember, and every memory was something we could share.
We remembered our first band meeting in June. We remembered meeting the students that would become our friends, boyfriends, or girlfriends, and the staff that would become our inspirations. We remembered our first warm ups, our first drill lesson, our first sectional. We remembered our first song, our first step, our first show. We remembered our first band camp, our first senior night, and our first performance on the practice field before performing our first march-off. We remembered our first Saturday rehearsal, our first meeting with Mr. Lutz, and our first band bus trip to our first competition, including that one time when the bus broke down.
The feelings and excitement of any competition are often memorable, especially the first one. We seniors were no exception. We remembered everything about our first competition. For most of us, we remembered going to Putnam, Connecticut and not liking that place. But all of us could remember being in uniforms for our first competition. We remembered the butterflies that appeared all out of nowhere in our stomachs, and our first time on the field in front of thousands of marching band fans from all over Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Rhode Island. We remembered the pride our felt from finishing the show without fainting and the happiness from the good reviews from the staff. We remembered watching the first show that was performed by another school, cheering for Blackstone-Millville and Dartmouth, and making a few friends from the other bands. We remembered our first awards ceremony and their first trophy.
Then we remember the other competitions. We remember the shows at Dartmouth Regional and Blackstone-Millville. We remember the football games we performed in. We remember the long hours of rehearsal, the days in school, and the nights they stayed awake just to finish the poisonous homework we got from teachers. We remember the practices, the games, the additions to the shows, and the speeches given by both staff and drum majors.
As competition season draws to an end, we remember our last MICCA competition in UMass Lowell. We remember all of our shows: "Three Revelations from the Lotus Sutra," "The Witch and the Saint," "The Divine Comedy," "The Last Night of Pompeii," "Tetrahedron," and "To the Earth." We remember our final performance, our best performance, and our favorite performance. We remember the sheer joy of watching all of the shows we haven't seen yet as well as the shows we have seen being even better than before. We remember going down to the field to watch the UMass Amherst Minute Men perform their show for us. They always brought a smile to our faces. We remember the awards and receiving five stars across the board – the best score available.
Things die down afterwards as the season calms down a bit. The fun begins as rehearsals get scarcer. We remember playing more games such as the 'Show-Off' and 'Medusa.' We remembered the try-outs for the next season's drum majors. We remembered the Thanksgiving Day Games against Gardner and our Christmas Day Parades. We remembered the Band Banquets from over the years, especially our last one. We remember giving our small speeches, our gifts to our mini-me, and Mr. DeMoura's speech to all of us. We remember our final parade of ever season – the Memorial Day Parade. We remembered all that time rehearsing for what is usually the hottest days of our careers, and we remember somehow surviving the parade, even though some of us faint or show signs of fainting. This parade has just happened for the last time in all of our lives. We will never be in this again.
We now leave the band room. Mr. DeMoura has given his final speech, and everyone has given their hugs to each other. We seniors now have to leave the music program that changed all of our lives. But not without our memories.
We will never forget the individual memories. Alex will remember her last Senior Prank Night. Emily will remember playing side-by-side with Sean Snyder. Chad will remember Adam Sheckleton yelling at him to get the conga part correct. Jack will remember eating that whole bowl of sugar at Band Camp and gaining the name 'Captain Jack Spasms' for that year. Chris and Knob will remember the beginning of the Emily Dewey years and coming up with ways to annoy her. Matt will remember playing with his mentor and best friends, Alex Spurr and Big Red. And I will remember being the first member in the history of the marching band to narrate the show, to play with good timpanis, and to receive the Best Musician for my final year.
We will all remember living each day with pride, and we always will.
Here's one dedicated to my marching band.
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