One more year.
One more year of marching band, and I'm done. I will never again be apart of the Waukee Warrior Regiment. Some of the best times of my life have happened in that band. It gives me a chance to work hard for something and feel results. But it also teaches me that when you don't do well, you should pick yourself up because there's always next weekend. Last night was senior night, and this all kind of hit me. One more year. Its only going to be as good as I make it and the only one stopping me is me.