A Day in the Life of a Color Guard Girl
streakofpurple has intimidating energy, and the first-place award to prove it! –Sparkitors
Hooray for the weekend! The football team had a glorious victory at the away game last night, and considering I didn't get home until 2 a.m., Saturday should be a wonderful day of rest, right? Wrong. And so my day begins.
7:25 a.m.: Wake up, hit snooze, roll over and sleep.
7:35 a.m.: Wake up, hit snooze, roll over and sleep.
7:45 a.m.: Wake up for real this time, eat breakfast, pack my bag, layer on clothes, and head out.
8 a.m.: Get to school for guard-girl bonding time and stretching. For the next hour, we stretch, perfect splits, warm up, dance, and compare bruises from the flags, sabers, and rifles that we spin and occasionally collide with.
9:15 a.m.: Band kids enter, bringing energy and coffee. Greet, evaluate lack of sleep, and walk to our respective fields for early practice.
9:30 a.m.: Guard director adds even more challenging tosses and other work to our set, all while singing into his headset mic. (No, he really does. Especially when he’s having a Starbucks morning.)
11 a.m.: Join band kids for a million full runs of the show.
1:30 p.m.: Eat lunch (hooray for band parents who bring food!), complete hair and makeup, get dressed, and pack up equipment for the long bus ride.
3:15 p.m.: Have an amazing ride, complete with the color guard's awesomely offkey singing to the band.
5 p.m.: Arrive, warm up, do one final run, perform superstitious acts, and hurry to the performance field.
6:15 – 6:30 p.m.: Have an amazing show run and swear that it was the best ever! Hugs all around and enjoy the rush!
6:30 p.m.: Go change into a million layers and blankets, walk to our seats in the stands, and enjoy the other bands.
11 p.m.: Shush everyone around us because it’s awards time! We jump up with every superior rating received and nearly cry with joy when the band, guard, percussion, and drum majors all excel and take first in class! (Insert lots of screaming, jumping, and hugging here.)
11:45 p.m.: Board buses and talk the whole way home about the show and the competition and how amazing a grilled cheese would taste at this very moment.
12:45 a.m.: Arrive at school, groggy, and stumble inside to help pick up before heading home.
1:15 a.m.: After attempting makeup removal, collapse into bed with a sense of accomplishment for the day. And still wishing for a grilled cheese.
Anyone else give up their Saturdays for school spirit?
Related post: A Day in the Life at Drum Major Camp
Another good reason to get up at 7:25 on a Saturday: gotta make the SparkNotes posts!