This past weekend was pretty awful for me. How’s that for an opening sentence? Allow me to explain… Two days before camp, I woke up with a runny nose and sore throat. I felt dizzy, exhausted, and generally did not want to move. I went to bed that night not sure if I was going to go to camp the next day. I slept for 16 hours in between Thursday afternoon and Friday morning after taking Tylenol PM to knock myself out. On Friday morning I called my mom to tell her I was going to camp because I woke up feeling a little better. The friends I was carpooling to camp with stopped at Wal-Mart where I picked up some Dayquil before departing Tallahassee.

Another weekend; another audition. I had no access to a mellophone over the holidays, so I had no idea what to expect. I brought my French horn for a second time. I carpooled with the same people as last camp, minus one who is probably not marching this summer. We actually left earlier and stayed in Atlanta for awhile before heading over to Jacksonville. It gave us time to rest, and the drive was a little under two hours from Atlanta.

Time has flown by this semester. It's another drum corps season, and I was very anxious to return. Over the past couple months I've been insanely busy being a music major and participating in college marching band. I had to miss the first Spirit audition camp due to the big rivalry game between FSU and UF. Returning to Jacksonville, AL was something I'd been looking forward to for months.