Day 28- Something that you miss

I miss skying my toes until my calves are shaking.

I miss drilling hours and hours of... well... drills.

I miss waking up the inhabitants of our fair city @ 9 am.

I miss Robert Oswald Fitzwilliam III.

I miss stretching in uniforms that you CANNOT GET DIRTY NO MATTER WHAT!

I miss memorization.

I miss my *crippled* section leaders.

I miss being the flute.

I miss racing the pit down to the practice field.

I miss the practice field.

I miss my section.

I MISS MARCHING BAND!!!!