Personal Narrative-Marching Analysis

“Your marching technique is one of the strongest in the band, but your musicality leaves something to be desired,” uttered my band director. I left my tenth-grade memorization assessment feeling flustered by overwhelming expectations that I was not fulfilling. Coming from a family of dedicated musicians, and a school where the band program is a fundamental extra-curricular activity, I felt misplaced. Although, balancing the decision behind my actions, engaging in a new environment, seeing my handwork fail, and then learning about the inner triumph of it all propelled me into a future of unknowing success. It all started a year prior when the influence of a close friend pushed me to learn how to play the flute. After a thought out conversation
with my parents, they were thrilled to invest one grand towards the enrichment of my musical ability. I visited our local music store, purchased a gleaming Yamaha model, and then enrolled myself in the prided core activity at Waseca High School, marching band. With high hopes for myself, I set forward on a venture that would undoubtedly test my limitations, but it had not crossed my mind that those boundaries would be much harder to break down.