Ridiculously, Fantastically, Outrageous Experiences

After nearly 9 months of tenaciously telling myself that I need to get it, I have finally got it. The experience was agonizing and tedious, but fuck, I got it and now, it seems as if a thousand pounds are off my shoulders. (Which maybe good because perhaps that drum may seem lighter this time around!)

But anyways... what I was talking about before was... I GOT MY PERMIT!
Funny thing is, so many people in my grade already have their license and I'm just getting started. Oh well, I'm a busy young senior. They are, for the most part, old. :P


This realization came not so long ago, but Marching Band is coming closely to an end. I keep on thinking about it, and in a way, it depresses me... a lot. I love Marching Band. Clearly, it has been, by far, the BEST activity I have EVER joined. Personally, I wouldn't mind holding that drum for the whole year. I don't want to go in my "I am-in-love-with-Marching-Band rant" but damn, I fucking love it. (Not the rant, but the activity.)

I suppose I really have to live my upcoming Marching Band experiences as if it is my last... Oh wait, FUCK! IT IS MY LAST!!

*My advice for the underclassman members:

Live every song, practice, game, competition as if it was your last. Because your Marching Band experience will go by ridiculously fast.

It seems as if I'm just joining today.

And you know, I wish I could relive my whole experience again and again.