December. "The Greatest Time of the Year" as Aly & AJ titled their song for the holidays two years ago for the Santa Claus movie with Jack Frost.
There's an unexplainable feeling whenever Christmas, just the spirit of it, makes me really psyched for the holidays to come. I enjoy the decorations at the mall, Christmas tree decorating and gift wrapping, and the best thing is giving gifts to my friends and family.
This month, I look forward to Disneyland with my bando and orchestra friends, Christmas, the day before Winter break to give presents to my friends, and ice skating with NHS and OpS (Operation Smile). Too bad some of my close friends can't go to the ice skating thing, but at least there's still Disneyland. I actually get to march with the other guys at Disneyland too. I'm so excited. All year, I've been wanting to get in that uniform again, mainly to have that same feeling, I get when I'm on the football field, performing in front of the hundreds of people and the judges. It's like a satisfied feeling, and from the first tournament to the last tournament, I had that small depression I tried to hide at the back of my mind, so it wouldn't cause a burden. I wanted to be happy for everyone, and I was.
(This is the part where I start drifting off into another subject). I wrote a little bit about my weird happiness for the guys their first tournament. So happy, I cried a bit, but I wiped the tears away quickly. And when Kevin and David stacked their shackos (hats) on my head, it made me miss it so much. But that's life. The last competition I got to see was at Trabuco Hills. Instead of buying a ticket to sit out in the audience and watch all the other bands perform as well. I helped the pit, as I started to do the 3rd competition. We pushed the pit equipment all the way around the track as Upland High School marched onto the field to get ready to start their show. After setting up the equipment on deck, I watched the pit girls running around hugging each other good luck. I was mesmorized by the Upland marchers marching on the turf, and being so close to the corner of the turf field myself, I wanted to know what it was like to march on it again, but it wasn't the same. The turf was more rubbery in the middle of the field. I stared up at the judge's box for a minute and imagine and flashback myself performing Fusion at RCC, Madera, Finals, etc. last year. I couldn't grasp that same feeling.
But it was weird, while standing there about to push the pit equipment again for Fountain Valley performing next, I felt a nervous feeling as if I, myself, were going to perform. But I wasn't, that's the crusher. I wasn't performing. Again, I tried to contain my tears, but i ended up shedding a tear or two anyways. But I ended up trying to put that feeling and thought at the back of my mind again, after Fountain Valley came on the field and set up. I was up and about, going back and forth video-recording the band for a band music video, and I lost focus of the show, so I couldn't get a deep feeling about it.
Wearing that uniform on Tuesday at Disneyland is the closest thing I've got to being a part of the band again, as if I were going to go on the field again, but its just marching around Disneyland. Not so bad, it's just not so intense as marching on the football field.
I don't think I'm going to try to get Wampler to attempt to pull me out of PE, though, to get me into 2nd semester concert band. I think I'll use my 2nd semester to try to get straight A's or at least one B. I would say this is karma, for being such a forgetful, sometimes procastinating, person. But Christmas spirit keeps my hopes up.
There's an unexplainable feeling whenever Christmas, just the spirit of it, makes me really psyched for the holidays to come. I enjoy the decorations at the mall, Christmas tree decorating and gift wrapping, and the best thing is giving gifts to my friends and family.
This month, I look forward to Disneyland with my bando and orchestra friends, Christmas, the day before Winter break to give presents to my friends, and ice skating with NHS and OpS (Operation Smile). Too bad some of my close friends can't go to the ice skating thing, but at least there's still Disneyland. I actually get to march with the other guys at Disneyland too. I'm so excited. All year, I've been wanting to get in that uniform again, mainly to have that same feeling, I get when I'm on the football field, performing in front of the hundreds of people and the judges. It's like a satisfied feeling, and from the first tournament to the last tournament, I had that small depression I tried to hide at the back of my mind, so it wouldn't cause a burden. I wanted to be happy for everyone, and I was.
(This is the part where I start drifting off into another subject). I wrote a little bit about my weird happiness for the guys their first tournament. So happy, I cried a bit, but I wiped the tears away quickly. And when Kevin and David stacked their shackos (hats) on my head, it made me miss it so much. But that's life. The last competition I got to see was at Trabuco Hills. Instead of buying a ticket to sit out in the audience and watch all the other bands perform as well. I helped the pit, as I started to do the 3rd competition. We pushed the pit equipment all the way around the track as Upland High School marched onto the field to get ready to start their show. After setting up the equipment on deck, I watched the pit girls running around hugging each other good luck. I was mesmorized by the Upland marchers marching on the turf, and being so close to the corner of the turf field myself, I wanted to know what it was like to march on it again, but it wasn't the same. The turf was more rubbery in the middle of the field. I stared up at the judge's box for a minute and imagine and flashback myself performing Fusion at RCC, Madera, Finals, etc. last year. I couldn't grasp that same feeling.
But it was weird, while standing there about to push the pit equipment again for Fountain Valley performing next, I felt a nervous feeling as if I, myself, were going to perform. But I wasn't, that's the crusher. I wasn't performing. Again, I tried to contain my tears, but i ended up shedding a tear or two anyways. But I ended up trying to put that feeling and thought at the back of my mind again, after Fountain Valley came on the field and set up. I was up and about, going back and forth video-recording the band for a band music video, and I lost focus of the show, so I couldn't get a deep feeling about it.
Wearing that uniform on Tuesday at Disneyland is the closest thing I've got to being a part of the band again, as if I were going to go on the field again, but its just marching around Disneyland. Not so bad, it's just not so intense as marching on the football field.
I don't think I'm going to try to get Wampler to attempt to pull me out of PE, though, to get me into 2nd semester concert band. I think I'll use my 2nd semester to try to get straight A's or at least one B. I would say this is karma, for being such a forgetful, sometimes procastinating, person. But Christmas spirit keeps my hopes up.
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