By Brooke Baldi
Ladies and Gentlemen, under the direction of Doctor Richard
Suk, we proudly present the most exciting band in the land: The Ohio University
Marching 110! Unlike most freshmen my
first day of school I already had over 200 friends, I was a member of the
Marching 110. A week before classes started at OU I was working with every
other band member to make sure we were better than the best ever. During
training week everyone had to give one hundred and ten percent; there was lots
of sweat, some tears, and even some blood. At the end of training week I was
sore in places I didn't know existed but I couldn't have been happier.
Before the Marching 110 I never considered spending cross
long bus rides entertaining myself and those around me instead of listening to
my iPod and I really never thought I would buy a two hundred dollar jacket for
myself then proceed to cover it in dirt and mud. Now I wear my jacket with
pride and I couldn’t image my freshmen year without being in the marching band.
It wasn’t until later in the school year I realized how
important being in the band was to me. All fall quarter I had grown and became
friends with so many people. Then in winter quarter the fun continued by
playing for basketball games. I never considered myself a basketball fan, but
just being there with the band surrounded by others just as emotionally
invested as I was filled me with Bobcat pride. Once spring quarter arrived there
weren’t any band events I could attend and my mellophone collected dust under
my bed.
Until May 30th: the Jam Session. For the last
time of the academic year the whole band got back together to play one last
time. We said farewell to the graduating seniors and played our hearts out. Just
being with the entire band made me realize how much they meant to me. To my
surprise I was playing songs I haven’t played in weeks entirely from memory and
by the end my lips were completely numb. I was reminded of what the band means to me.
There is a spot on that field for me next year and I have to earn it.
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