My ears are ringing after spending a week at band camp with the University of Utah marching band. At eight hours a day (sometimes more) were spent marching, practicing our music, and learning our sets, with limited breaks for lunch and dinner. Sunburn was a common symptom among the band players, including myself, as there was mostly sunny weather the whole week, except one day where we got rained out.
I was one of many of the "rookies" who joined the band and had to learn all the basics, which were a bit different from what I learned in high school. Our director, Dr. B. Sproul, is a fun loving person who has a good sense of humor, and commonly tells us "this is why we can't have nice things" when ever we do something wrong. He's always pushing us to do the best that we can.
Throughout the week of practicing and the fun activities put on by the leadership, many friends were made, particularly in the trombone section in which I reside. I have a good feeling that this will be a memorable year.
Getting to the U was made more convient, moving up there last weekend about four miles away from campus. My roomates are really cool and the bus will take me strait to school in a convient half an hour rather than an hour and a half it took from PG last semester! All in all, I am glad that I have joined the marching band and look forward to a good sememster.
P.S. I'm trying to make this sound more like a newspaper to fit the blog name. How am I doing?
