The beginning of the year things started to change

soon it would be senior year, the ending of my marching days.

Four years of marching through Mother Nature's wrath

and hearing the lie of "one more time".

"One more time" was all the Band Directors would yell lying about the chance

to move on or sit down.

I learned this quickly and learned to survive, but next

thing I knew senior year had arrived.

As the Fall weather masked by Summer went by I was soon forced

to start saying goodbye.

Last football game, last aftergame Cici's, last practice, and soon

last competition.

As we rode the bus from our last competiton, my mind had started to wander.

I somehow stayed after four painful long years.

Four years ago I swore to myself that marching band was a horrible mistake.

Yet last year had came around and I was proud to say that marching band wasn't

so bad.

The tears I shed that night was all I needed to believe that I had fallen in

love with this crazy activity.

All good things come to an end I know this is true, but I didn't know how painful

it would be to let marching go.

The heat and pain would make most people leave, but I always remembered

the words that we followed.

"Tradition, Dedication, Detemination, Discipline, Pride!"

Though asthma and muscle pain wanted me to quit, I wasn't about

to get beat just yet.

I thank marching band for so many things, but most of all for giving

me strength and amazing memories.