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This is a blog dedicated to Color Guard from the eyes of a junior in college.I'll serve as a "Dear Abby" in a way, answering any questions and clearing up any misunderstandings. I'd much rather debunk the fiction to make more room for the facts. I don't pretend to be an expert, but I do want to help in any way that I can. I'll also be glad to teach you a more or two! I belong to a non-competing band at the University of Rhode Island.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
You can pick your friends, you just can't hit their drums
There is another section in the band that has become family to us and that section is the drumline. Both of our sections share a pretty hectic schedule and therefore we see each other a lot more than some people like to admit (you know thirteen hour weeks or so). As a whole the drumline is a group of very eccentric, patient, caring, goofballs that go above the bar to perfect everything they put on (and off) the field. They of course also work to uphold the macho "badass" façade that comes with the title. However as individuals I have come to learn that some of them are no more terrifying than a teddy-bear. The drumline will take you in and guide you throughout your freshman year, making sure that you don't get lost on the way to class, or are ever without a bed because your horrible roommate locked you out once again since her boyfriend is staying the weekend, again. They start off as your friends, then they are your best friends, and finally they become your siblings.
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