Saturday, the 11th
I woke up that morning, in the dark, stuffy cabin and realized one of two things:
1. It was our last day here in this secluded, wonderful place
2. My nose was completely blocked. I couldn't breathe!
Now, typical me, I start to panic and grab all of my personal belongings and run out to the showers, hoping to be the first one there so there is warm water left over (from the BOYS SIDE, we found out) and drain my sinuses. This does not work. At all. So I finish up and go back to my cabin for a lie-down maybe to clear my head. On the way back to my cabin, I met my sister on the path and she sounded exactly like I did! Perfect. Just perfect.
I finished up my little cat-nap just as the wake-up call was played and I headed out to the field with my cabinmates to start the stretches and warm-ups the drum majors had planned for us. Let me tell you something, everyone looked EXHAUSTED after last night's fun activities. Just goes to show you that our generation needs more sleep, I guess.
We finished our stretches just as the clarinet section headed over to the mess hall to start getting ready for breakfast. I met up with my other friends and we waited in the freezing cold field for breakfast to be ready.
Just to let you know, if you ever go to the Monticello 4-H camp, DO NOT EAT THE SCRAMBLED EGGS. I repeat: DO NOT. Just don't do it. You will regret it. If you do want to know, breakfast was cereal and cardboard toast, as well as the said eggs.
After breakfast was finished, the band headed back to our cabins to pack and get ready for the one of the last rehearsals we had during our remaining time at Monticello.
The last. I reflected on that phrase a lot that weekend. "The last time I'll ever shower here" "The last sunset we'll see here" "The last time I'll get to see a clear night for a while." I thought that this would be the last time the seniors would be coming back again EVER and how that must be hitting home with them. It was a growing experience and a time of reflection, that Saturday at Monticello.
Rehearsal started with the Fundies block (I honestly hate the Fundies block, it can go die. It serves no purpose.) Then we reviewed everything we had learned the previous day, which seemed super stupid at the time, but later on, I realized I needed it badly.
Rehearsal ended with lunch, trotted by colorguard (they served TOTS. Of course it was going to be a good meal.) And instead of being productive and somewhat boring by going back to my somewhat silent and no-food-please-help-me cabin, I went canoeing with my friends again.
This was the group:
1. The Sam twins went canoeing
2. The Ashly/Ashley twins went canoeing
3. My friend Naman and I went canoeing
4. Austin went kayaking by himself.
We finished up on the lake, then had forty minutes to kill so we all went to go play beach volleyball which my team tied at with our friends' team, but in our hearts we won.
Rehearsal went from two o'clock to about five-thirty. We ended rehearsal just as the sun started to set across the field and we headed back to our cabins. Not to get ready for dinner. This time, we were packing and cleaning up the cabin to get it ready for the next band (Plainfield South).
The band went to their respective bus lines to set down their luggage and relax with friends before the final meal. Dinner was at six, and it was close to five-thirty when my friends and I met up again. So decided to be children again and play a lovely game of Duck, Duck, Goose and ultimate frisbee.
It was so much fun, just to be relaxing in the evening sun, playing stupid games and acting like immature idiots with a group of your best friends. That's what makes being my age so fun: you can look like an idiot, as long as you feel comfortable doing it. Its because you're surrounded by people who wouldn't judge you for it, and thats one of the main reasons I joined marching band.
The cookout was too much fun! I acted again as the trotter, going up to get more fruit punch and potato chips for my friends that they never needed. It was funny and annoying at the same time, but I am usually the butt of the joke in my group of friends, so....yeah.
ANYWAY, around six forty-five, Mr. Lauff gave the call for us to go to the buses and start packing up our things to get ready to leave. Here were some of my emotions, there was quite the collective group:
-Aww, look at the sunset. And look at all the band kids with their instruments and rucksacks. We look so indie.
-I can't wait to have my jam sesh on the bus with my new music!!!!!
-Oh my god, we are leaving. I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW I CAN'T EVEN-
-I wish we didn't have to leave. I honestly think I might cry. Don't cry!
So after attendance and popping in Toy Story 3 for our bus to watch, we pulled out of the trail leading into the camp and headed back onto the road. All the girls on the bus waved at the other buses and the camp as we pulled away, and we headed back to Naperville, watching our Disney movie, eating tons of food, and having mini dance breaks and nap times in between.
When I got home, I relished sleeping in my own bed and the first thing I did was take a shower! But, as I lay in the dark that night, I wished for that peace and feeling of comfort I had at camp and being with some of my best friends. I know I have two more years of Monticello in front of me, but I know it won't be enough! I'm scared for the day when I wake up and realize, "Oh no, this is my last day at Monticello!" But I know I am going to make great memories again and again with some of the same people and new ones too, as my time in marching band continues.
No comments:
Post a Comment