The last week of the summer for most teenagers is the most bitter week of the entire summer. However, for me it was what I looked forward to. Every year during that week, my high school experience was the most exciting due the new marching band show. “My senior year,” I thought to myself sinking into the fact it was going to be my last year with this amazing group of people, who we shared the moments of hard work towards our marching band show. As new faces came of the underclassmen to experience the ride, along with the new color guard instructor. Christina Brinkley or Brinkley took the place of Mrs. Brown, the person who introduced the passion of color guard towards her girls and boys with a warm heart and quirky self. Without knowing Brinkley however had different plans for the new marching band show. Someone new introduced herself I could not help but to notice the outside…show more content… Brinkley came to Mrs. Brown’s room one sunny day in May of my junior year with a bright face and slightly nervous. Our color guard looked confused as for the reason she was there, some thought Mrs. Brown just needed extra hands since she was pregnant. Quickly we understood Brinkley was there to take the place as our new color guard instructor and we had to say the final goodbye to Mrs. Brown. Fast forward to band camp with my friends from band and color guard, we all were excited to be working together again to have the best season yet the excitement quickly diffuse to frustration. Brinkley failed to be there with the color guard throughout the journey therefore for her actions the vets ( people who have been in color guard for more than one year) had to take hardship for the rookies. I myself was a vet and other upper classmen had to step up to teach some of the beginners the basics of color guard to build a good foundation. From the skills I gained with Mrs.
