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MOMENT
The summer before my freshman year, I decided to join the marching band because I already played the trombone. During those long, hot summer days, we would march for hours a day on the scorching football field, perfecting our spots so that our movements told a story.
Throughout our practices, I was told that if I messed up, to do it proudly.
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On freshman orientation day, I was scared. I didn’t know any of the teachers, the school felt like a labyrinth, and I didn’t have any friends in my classes. Even though I was scared, I walked into every classroom proudly, ready to see what would happen that day. Wouldn’t you know it, I had an amazing first semester, and I had seven more to look forward to, full of opportunities and memories.
Then the pandemic happened. Online learning took away my second semester, and my sophomore year, so I only had four