There a ton of different things to get involved in in high school, from clubs to teams to honor societies; you name it, you could find it somewhere in most high schools. For those of us who were in marching band in high school, we’re left with a lot more than just memories. We’re left with memories, habits, and subtle reminders of our time in high school. Here are 20 signs that you were in marching band in high school.
No matter where you are, you always end up walking in step with everyone; and it’s the worst when there’s a group of three and one person is out of step.
After marching for hours on end, hearing the words “water break” meant everyone stormed to the sideline because water was a blessing.
Whether you’re at a store or a festival, you end up walking in step. It just feels wrong if you don’t.
Out of nowhere, an old show tune will pop into your head and you’ll start humming the whole program… for the rest of the day.
After spending weeks in band camp, you could stand in the sun in the middle of the summer, and not be bothered at all…because nothing will ever be as hot as band camp was.
You start to put different songs together, making your perfect marching show. That is, until you hear a new song and put together a whole new theme.
There was something about drumline playing their cadences, that made you so proud to be in marching band, that you will never truly forget.
You had your favorite (Phantom Regiment all the way) and you were so proud of everything they did. You’ve also made your non-marching friends watch 12 minute show videos with you…which never went over well.
College tours were important for deciding where to go to school, but if they didn’t have a marching band, it was no deal.
Early is on time. On time is late. And late is unacceptable. For everything, ever. But especially marching rehearsal.
When you’re at a Fourth of July parade, or any festival, and a high school marching band marches by, you get all excited and feel so proud. Even if you have no idea who they are.
Regardless of thunderstorms, flooding, high heat and humidity, marching band rehearsal was never cancelled. Ever.
When they say they played trumpet, it explains everything.
It gave you a pounding headache, and it hasn’t ever really gone away.
After many trips on a school bus, full of high school kids with uniforms and instruments, you can change, eat, sleep, or do almost anything in a moving vehicle now.
You’re either the kid who forgot that one time and bought a ton of extra pairs so you wouldn’t forget again, or you were the one who bought a ton of extra pairs for the kid who forgot again. Either way, your sock drawer is full of long socks.
When you’re driving, you find yourself conducting. Whether you’re listening to music or doing homework, you find yourself conducting. When you’re at the grocery store, you find yourself conducting. You always seem to find yourself conducting, even if it’s with one hand.
It’s seriously not that hard to clap together, but people just can’t seem to get the hang of it.
After spending weeks out in the sun for hours at a time, odd tan lines are nothing new to you.
Regardless of anything, you know the show must go on. At the end of the day, we’re performers and we love to perform music- no matter what’s going on behind the scenes. It’s helped you push through difficult times in order to come together and give a great show.
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