Ok, so the title of this started off as something about "I Miss...", but that reminded me of the song with "I Wish" from Into the Woods, so... but it's really going to be about I Miss. From band.... because I was talking about marching band with Rebecca tonight, and one of my friends from home just wrote a great Facebook note about missing guard. So....
I. I miss that feeling you get after a long day, when Flohre finally says, "Go home" and you can stop standing up straight and squinting into the sun. Somehow it seems less hot and sticky after he dismisses us.
II. I miss bumming around on the field after practice, somehow not being able to leave the field until everyone else has gone...
III. I miss being picked up half an hour after practice has officially ended and still thinking that that wasn't enough time to say bye to everyone and finish up.
IV. I miss sitting in Flohre's office before every competition and making a list of all the couples we thought would get together over the trip.
V. I miss our overnight trip to JMU for Parade of Champions, and all our traditions, like me wearing my marshmallow jacket and us getting a big pizza to share and then Kyle & Greg throwing the pizza crusts over the fence and me complaining that they were littering and us getting into a big discussion about whether leaving food on the ground was considered littering because it would decompose or animals would eat it.
VI. I miss not feeling bad for being dirty and disgusting and sweaty and gross. Of course I wanted to get clean, but it was nice not to feel bad, since that's what you were supposed to be after a long day.
VII. I miss making fun of the sousaphone boys, and Mark with his shopping cart and grill.
VIII. I miss recognizing places on long car trips because I've passed it for the past 5 years for a band competition.
IX. I miss the freshmen & sophomore boys that thought they were so funny.... (I usually thought they were.)
X. I miss pretending to sleep, but knowing that I would never get to with all the noise on the bus.
XI. I miss being able to be loud and talk a lot, on the buses and on the field, and not being caught or having it blamed on someone else.
XII. I miss everyone thinking I was the coolest thing since sliced bread for thinking of the name, "Chevron" for one of our sets. It didn't really take that many brain cells...
XIII. I miss having to carry on conversations between moves, and thus having to pause every 20 or so seconds until we did the move and ran back to continue it.
XIV. I miss the people who tried to carry on conversations without pausing, hence while we were running the sets.
XV. I miss getting out of "Celebration", AKA push-ups.
XVI. I miss wearing sunglasses so often I forgot the world was so bright.
XVII. I miss laughing at everyone else's awful sunburns.
XVIII. I miss being a part of the Cool People Roll Up Their Sleeves Club.
XIX. I miss doing nothing during tuba sectionals, but still beasting everyone else during sectional competitions.
XX. I miss waking up early early in the morning and smelling that marching band smell in the air.
XXI. I miss riding into Colonial Heights on the bus at night and getting that marching band feeling.
XXII. I miss being able to hug people while I was sweaty and gross, and it was ok.
XXIII. I miss getting special privileges because we were sousaphone players, and awesome.
XXIV. I miss being a bus captain and getting to yell at people when I needed to (sometimes yelling can be fun... and since I didn't do it often, everybody did what I said when I did. Ha.)
XXV. I miss Kyle and I motioning and carrying on conversations during practice, even though he was on the drum major podium and it was kind of obvious.
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