Getting sent home on tour is one of the hardest things Ive had to do in my life so far. I Spent 90% of my summer literally killing my body to the point it hurt to stand, to getting cleared and pushing through a whole rehersal day to try to catch up, to the very next day being told i no longer have a spot and then being given an ultimatum to stay or go home. I was not ready to pick and I said I wanted to go home.
I feel cheated
I feel cheated out of the rest of my summer.
I feel cheated out of memories
I feel cheated out of long bus rides
I feel cheated out of so much
But more importantly
I feel lost
Its been four months and i dont know how to classify this summer. I dont know what to say when people ask me how my summer was. I feel like im cheating when i wear my corps jacket because they had already put 2018 on it.
I marched over half the summer. But i feel like i was never really there. A place that felt like home feels foreign. People that were my brothers and sisters i feel like I dont know.
Getting sent home is hard. So please if you know someone who went home. Please give them a hug, sent them a text, remind them they were still part of your summer.
For the curious: you win, the field is yours, you play the show again. We had rather good seats, but we still moved down for the encore. Blue Devils, the pride of Concord, California, did not disappoint.
Your 2017 Drum Corps International Bronze, Silver and Gold Medalist!
Congratulations to every member that stepped on a field this summer! Can’t wait to see what 2018 has to offer 👀….
My boyfriend has been marching Music City Drum and Bugle Corps all summer, and these last two weeks i have been starting my first season as drum major. Yesterday i got to see him and we got to catch up in person. He has accomplished so much and done so well and i couldn't be prouder of him. I miss him so much, but i know that this is his dream, and im sure he will be marching world class next year.
June 21, 2017
Santa Paula, California
“California Sunrise on the First Day of Summer”
I think we got to Isbell Middle School in Santa Paula around 5:30 AM that morning. It was about 45 minutes before the rest of the corps arrived so we had time to explore the housing site and put our bags in the admin staff room. I walked through the front gates of the school, and, to my amazement, the entire school was outside. Being from Connecticut and touring the Midwest with 7th, all the schools I had visited were inside. I probably seemed like the biggest newbie to all the admin and media team vets, who had seen all this in previous years. But for me, this being my first experience at a California school, it was quite stunning. I thought about my friends from LA and how normal this all probably was to them. I think I immediately snapchatted them my excited East Coast confusion.
Then the sun came up. That’s when I took this picture, and when it finally hit me that I was 2,500 miles away from home. I could see the hills and palm trees in the distance. This was also the first California sunrise I had ever witnessed, and it was nothing short of poetic. I was still by myself, as the other admins were doing their jobs and I was waiting for the buses to arrive so I could collect the walkie talkies. I decided to stand there for a while and watch the sun come up over the mountains with my earbuds in. The soundtrack was Best Coast and Dum Dum Girls, the most SoCal soundtrack I could possibly imagine at the time. I reflected on the adventure that was to come, and I felt excited that this was only the tip of the iceberg that I thought I would have seen that summer.
At about 6:15 the buses rolled in, so I was busy for the next 30 minutes collecting the radios from the bus, truck, and van drivers. It was about 7 AM when I went back to the admin room and slept for the next four hours, but not before stopping to look out and enjoy the first summer morning of 2017.
--WS