The last couple days I have spent a lot of days with my friends. I’m grateful to have so many wonderful people to support me. I’ve known Emily since second grade. We’ve been in marching band together for four years now. She is one of the biggest reasons I’m scared of my exchange. I’m leaving what seems like the one constant in my life. I’ve had so many hilarious times with her and my other friends: Bryce, Hayleigh, Savanah, and other members of my big gang of friends in band. I’m also going to miss band. Around this time of year, everyone would begin to get excited for the season. As the weather warms up upper class men get ready to begin leadership auditions. I’m worried because I don’t know whether or not I will be able to march in the parade. I might have a conference for my exchange the day of the parade for my exchange. I already miss the smell of horns. I miss the yelling of the instructors and upper class men teaching the freshmen how to march. I miss the chords and the music. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to experience that one last time before I leave. I’m excited though. I can’t wait to march in parade camp if I can. I can’t wait to march through springwood.