From the day I stepped foot onto Dwire Field four years ago, the William Mason High School Marching Band has been my family.
We practice together. We live and breathe together. We spend over twenty hours a week together, and I respect and love each and every person in the band. We’ve accomplished 6th, 5th, and 4th place in the nation, along with a trip to the Rose Parade in the small time I’ve been here. Our band program is nationally ranked, and one of the best in the nation. I’m fortunate to be a apart of this program, as it has played a large role in my character today. Being on time is being early, and once you step a singular foot onto the field, you must be aware at all times about everything going on around you. We are a unit–a tight knit bunch of band kids who crave the thrill of performance.
I was sitting in the 4th quarter stands tonight, however, when I heard news that was sickening. Mason kids were being unsupportive of each other. Calling us names, booing, shouting? We are supposed to be one. Mason is my home, and we shouldn’t be putting each other down.
This past month itself has been one filled with loss, shock, and sadness. Yet we choose to look to the bright side. We are behind these recent events; one action does not define who we are as a group, just like one action shouldn’t define what Mason is. Yet it does, but only because we let it be this way.
My band family doesn’t want to be called names, or be booed as we present ourselves to the audience. We may spend countless hours practicing to make sure every detail is perfect, but I would not trade it for the world. Our marching band is a team. Mason, we are a team. We should be sticking up for each other, not tearing each other down. With the past few weeks, I think everyone should have realized this. Negativity spreads, but it doesn’t have to.
It’s time to be the nicest school in America again. We need kindness to fill the air, not words of disrespect or hate.
William Mason High School, we are a team, so let’s act like one.