Sunday, the first day, everything was pretty quiet. At the opening camp fire, I started to take everything in because I really wanted to remember as much as I could, as this was my last year. The seniors stayed after the camp fire and we got into a 13-member group hug and swayed back and forth. A few people talked and said whatever was on their mind and we all started sobbing. I've never felt so close to a group of people before. I believe that that group hug brought us closer throughout the week.
Monday and Tuesday were brutal, hot, and humid. But we managed to buckle down and continue to learn show, despite being rained out at one of the rehearsals. Also, Tuesday night, we had the freshmen boys and girls midnight march. Although they may not have liked it, I enjoyed it and thought it was hilarious.
By Wednesday, we were all exhausted, but we continued to push ourselves and work hard. Then came the dance, and we had to pick dates. I picked a freshmen girl from my section. And I actually danced around this year. I had fun and loved it. Then, right after the last song, I saw Micah, and we hugged. We hugged for what seemed like forever and we started crying and soon after, all of the seniors were crying, too. It was really sad and I didn't want to leave. I think thats when it first started hitting me that I'll never come back to learn another show again.
After finishing drill on Wednesday, we still had two long days to clean.
Friday was the most anticipated and dreaded day for me. A lot of unsung heroes were given and the ones that touched me the most were from Katie, Mykayla, and Ryan. I couldn't hold it in and cried silently. I never thought so many people cared that I was actually there, learning the show with them.
So, going into camp I had three goals: Get Best Marcher, Best Section and most of all, have fun.
At the closing campfire, after playing the games, and initiating Joey, it was award time. Most Spirited, Best Boy Camper, Best Girl Camper, Most Improved, Best Freshman, Best Sophomore, Best Junior, and Best Senior were given. Then it was time for Best Marcher. I bent over in anxiety and, at the same time, felt like I did and didn't want to know who the award would go to. When Cassell said "...And now the Best Marcher award..." and people from many different directions started saying "Charlie... Charlie... Charlie" I felt this feeling rush over me. And then my name was called. "Charlie Giraud." I had never felt so accomplished in my life. I was in total disbelief and was so far beyond happy that I didn't know what to say. I could feel the tears coming but I held them back because I wanted to remember the moment as happy and not crying.
And the final award was announced. Best Section was given to the saxophones, my section, which I am Section Leader of. It was all unbelievable to me.
I don't think people know how much these awards mean to me. I put everything into it and am so glad that I got the outcome that I wanted. I'm so proud of my section and hope they're proud as well. They deserve it so much and I'm glad all of their hard work payed off.
And after the final campfire, the seniors stayed after again. We got in a group hug, but we didn't cry this time. We all were talking, laughing, and making jokes. It was then that I felt like I had a great bond with the seniors. I love every single one of them, no matter what, and I'm so glad that I spent this last week with them. All of the fun, all of the memories, I will cherish them because it was the best week of my life.
Everything that happened this week was just perfect. I loved it. I'm so sad that I won't be going back next year, but I'm glad I went out with such a great year and great people. I'm glad I met new freshmen, and got closer to some sophomores and juniors.
I just want to say thank you for such a great week. I will never forget it.
Night Owls forever!
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