In a little over two weeks I will be a Sophomore in High School. My summer is almost over; I honestly cannot believe it how it flew by. Although I haven’t had my second band camp yet, I already know what the highlight of my summer was.
It’s been about one month since I returned a new person from DMA. As I lay here at 3:15 in the morning listening to Hotel California, I can honestly say that I don’t go a day without reminiscing or thinking about this wonderful place. I have refused to remove my white bracelet that you’re supposed to keep until you get your Drum Major uniform as tradition of the lessons you’ve learned. I’ve received mine, but I have a special attachment to the bracelet and seeing it on my wrist gives me hope. I try my best to talk to at least one person from camp every day. So far, I’ve succeeded. I feel like now DMA is nothing but a distant memory, something I can only visit in my mind. For reasons unknown this upsets me. Perhaps what upsets me most is the empty feeling I get when I think about how much I miss my friends. Yes, I can Facebook them or text them whenever I please. But you never get the same thing as physically BEING with those special people, and having a good time with them. One of my biggest fears in life is losing touch with people. Once I make a special memory with a person, that memory never leaves and I carry that person in a special place in my heart. Another thing I miss from DMA is the constant learning and being able to improve my conducting. The things you could be taught are endless at the academy. DMA 09 will always have a very special place in my heart, and it will never be forgotten.
<3 Ooh rah.