The Secret Life Of A Band Kid

My small, disfunctional family.

My small, dysfunctional family.

Nerds, geeks, losers, weirdos- these are all names that have been assigned to band kids over the years. As a “band kid” I have heard all the stereotypes. I’ve been called a dork, a geek, and all of the above. But its nothing like that, band is this big pot of completely different people that came together and created this weird little dis-functional family.

I must admit that when I first joined band I underestimated it completely. I thought I would go in, play my instrument and leave. To this day I still fail to comprehend how such strangers could somehow become my best friends.

When I joined band I went in with the mentality that I would have to learn everything on my own, but I didn’t. Everyone was so incredibly kind and helpful. I joined with one friend, Caroline. She led me in and introduced me to everyone; I thought I would be rejected by everyone, shunned because I wasn’t “one of them.” I was still a part of the vast majority that stereotyped them. However, the minute I walked through the doors I was greeted so warmly and kindly. I made friends with them almost instantaneously.

Contrary to common belief, band kids aren’t perpetually condemned to solitude for the rest of their lives. Simply being in band vastly expands your horizons to meeting people. Through band, I met my some of my best friends, and the people I will want to be around for the rest of my life.

My band experience has been unlike any other; I have never met such an incredible group of people who care and love so much. Even through all the dumb stereotypes, I have never been happier.


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