A Day at a Time in My Life: My first band experience

RosaRiveraLet me explain my marching band experience, four years of the whole thing begins to feel like a natural thing, like having a second mother from a very young age, but everyone experiences it differently. My Marching band experience is yet to be over. We have one more official competition before I can say goodbye that is if we don’t make it to State. And then there is also the Marching Expo. Where all of the Bands in the District come to say goodbye, or at least I do. Others, the good ones just show off at how much better they are.
My story really begins at the year of 2011, my eighth grade year. The year that I was clearly the worst percussion player of them all. First let me say that I joined band in 6th grade but got out due to the fact that I am a slow reader despite the fact that I love reading. The others clearly stayed and learned what was needed. My friend Luz was in it, she was really good until she decided to get out. Anyway, eighth grade, I hated being in the band. The best player was named Cesar, he was also a really good soccer player and my sister’s best friend’s first boyfriend. But that’s another story.

I hated being in the band because of one person, the band director. I will not name her though because I just don’t want to. The band director is the kind of person that has favorites and keeps them. Gives them the solos, the best equipment and makes everyone else feel like terrible. I felt like terrible, and because of it that was the start of my insecurity as a band kid. She gave me no chance on proving if I was good or not, I was just in the back playing the cymbals on 1&3. I don’t know about you but that is very offensive I wasn’t allowed to even touch the snare. So everyday I would hope that I would be sick just so I wouldn’t go. I’d even pretend to be sick.

So by the summer of me being a freshman I was planning on being in the Beginning Band and that would be it for my Band experience. Yet, my twin sister, who plays the flute, got a call from Marching Band Drum Major, who also plays flute, to ask if she was going to join or not. She asked me why she had gotten the call and I told her I signed up for her the day she was absent when she got the surgery. I thought she would like it, but she began to beg for me to join her. I didn’t want to I thought that it was a waste of time on my part, but I still agreed.

The afternoon that I went we were late, by an hour. Everyone was in the gym learning how to march. I was with the Front Ensemble, or the pit as some like to put it so I was in the auditorium. I was learning how to do the things I was never taught. I was put in the Auxiliary parts, or the toys, and I thought I was going to be doing the same thing, I didn’t like it but I stayed. It was loads of more fun than I thought it would be. My parts according the the band geeks were important. I was just a freshman that new nothing. By my first competition I was a little bit nervous and prayed I didn’t forget my parts. I don’t know if you noticed, the rush and the amazing feeling it is to preform in front of all those judges and all of those other band kids and band parents.

I honestly won’t sit here and write that my first competition was amazing and I will never forget it because in all honesty I did forget it and I don’t remember what happened. All I really know is that that year we made it to state, not only did we make it to state but we made it to Super State, or Championships. It was a first for the Carl Hayden Falcon Marching Band history. It was something I didn’t expect to happen to someone like me. Go to Championships and be a very bad percussion player. That year we made 8th place. The following year we made it to 6th, but again that is another story.

By Rosa Rivera
Rosa is a senior at Carl Hayden High School. She is a freelance blogger. Follow her at:


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