When I was in fourth grade, my class was brought to the cafeteria for a demonstration of various musical instruments. It was the day when the school decided to introduce us to and recruit us for band. There were two teachers who played well-known pieces of music for us that suited the instruments they were showing, such as Pirates of the Caribbean for the baritone. The whole demonstration piqued my interest, but I wasn’t completely sold on joining band. Afterwards, I was handed a form on which I could either complete a join band with the instrument of my choice or opt to continue with choir. That night I spent a while reviewing the paper and trying to determine which path I should take. I figured that band would at least be different from what I had already known with choir, so I decided to sign up and wrote down the instrument that appealed the most to me— the trombone.
Despite the challenges of learning the trombone, band became a source of music in my life that I came to appreciate more with each year. By my eighth grade year, I was enjoying band more than I thought I would when I first signed up. Then came the opportunity to join marching band. My band joined the actual…show more content… I had no idea how to play some of the music, everybody around me was performing at a higher level than I was, and, as the only freshman in the low brass section, I was isolated from the people I was familiar with. However, this directly caused growth for me as a marcher and as a person. The likelihood that I will read a new piece of music correctly the first time increased. My marching skills rose to the point where someone thought I looked like a junior. And most importantly, I gained friends. The supportive people around me were willing to help at any time, and the relationships I already had only strengthened. And it didn’t stop at my freshman year. My experiences kept getting better throughout my sophomore and junior
