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Wow, that was it. My last home game. Last time I will perform on that field. Last time I'll lead high brass up the steps. Last, last, last, last. It was a wonderful game. We won hardcore. It was at night. Our parents were there. We decorated the band room. I made a speach about what band has meant to me because I fit in so quickly. And it's true. I would be a totally different person now if I hadn't gone right away to band camp. Not only would I have different friends, but I would know different things about myself. I would probably be less comfortable with myself. Those people just accepted me right away. It's been so much work, but it feels good to work hard. It feels good to be terrible at something and then get complimented two years later for being good at it. I never did band to give the bands a good gameday experience. I never did band to help the freshmen feel welcome. I never did band for any reason that wasn't completely selfish. It helped me. I could never have given back to that organization what it gave to me. I guess I'm guilty of not trying, as in not going for any leadership positions, but my place was not in the official leadership positions. My place was right where I was. As much as I've played it down in my mind recently, band really has provided me with a family here at school. It's the backdrop of everything I do here. It's been my home.