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I miss band way too much right now =( I was just looking at the powerandclass.info pics from this year's band camp, and even though I barely know the names of any of the current bandos, seeing the familiar scenes of registration and marching drills just reminded me of that *feeling*...and you only get that feeling if you've been in band--the UMass band, in particular.
And suddenly I felt particularly old--or at least grown up. It was almost unpleasant to bring myself out of those pictures and think that here I am, 26 years old, watching TV in a house that I own, I'm married, and I'm pregnant. None of those are unpleasant things (even though my sister likes to remind me that I'm a month away from being in my "late 20's"), but they're so *real* and *serious*--and they juxtapose pretty significantly with the magic, thrill, and (yes, even with bus songs) innocence that come with being in band. There is truly *nothing* to compare with the experience of marching through wet fields at 7:30 in the morning, spending an entire morning walking back and forth from the same 5 or so spots, and repeating the same activities until 10pm when the grass is wet again and the bugs are gathering under the field lights. The fact that there are literally hundreds of peers around you who are all looking forward to experiencing it again year after year really speaks to the power that is done no justice by putting band camp into words.
*sigh* Being in band was the best thing I ever did in my life--but let's not tell my husband or this baby... =)
And suddenly I felt particularly old--or at least grown up. It was almost unpleasant to bring myself out of those pictures and think that here I am, 26 years old, watching TV in a house that I own, I'm married, and I'm pregnant. None of those are unpleasant things (even though my sister likes to remind me that I'm a month away from being in my "late 20's"), but they're so *real* and *serious*--and they juxtapose pretty significantly with the magic, thrill, and (yes, even with bus songs) innocence that come with being in band. There is truly *nothing* to compare with the experience of marching through wet fields at 7:30 in the morning, spending an entire morning walking back and forth from the same 5 or so spots, and repeating the same activities until 10pm when the grass is wet again and the bugs are gathering under the field lights. The fact that there are literally hundreds of peers around you who are all looking forward to experiencing it again year after year really speaks to the power that is done no justice by putting band camp into words.
*sigh* Being in band was the best thing I ever did in my life--but let's not tell my husband or this baby... =)