There I was on the first day of band with my "new used" student trombone, a thin paper folder that I would soon learn was too small, and a mind that was ready to learn anything and everything he had to offer. The first thing he did was tell the trumpets to stop clicking their case latches. After that he launched right into how band was connected to our lives and how he valued each and every one of us for who we were. At the time, I thought it was corny, but I would soon learn to appreciate the safe haven his classroom would become for me. …show more content…
The clarinets sounded like a chorus of screaming children, the trumpets were like a swarm of angry bees flying straight at you, the trombones were like a group of cawing seagulls and the flutes were the worst of all. They had the sound of one thousand alarm clocks, all blaring at the same time, their high pitched screams making you want to cover your ears and cry. But the whole time, Mr. K just kept telling us how much we were improving (even though we weren't) and encouraging all of us to stay in