Jazz Band

I have been in the Marshall Jazz Band for three of the last four years. My sophomore year I took a hiatus from it because I thought I would not have the time. Music has always been a large part of my life in some shape or form. For a long time it was in the form of band. I started band in 6th grade and was in it until 11th. I played the percussion. I decided not to continue band my senior year because it had become more than just a way to have fun and play music. It had lost its fun. Jazz Band, on the other had, has always been an extremely enjoyable and challenging aspect of my music-oriented self. If you haven't realized it yet I play the drum set. I began playing set around 7th grade. I started with lessons from Jeremy K, a music teacher at St. Scholastica. I enjoyed playing set because it was a challenge for me. It made me become coordinated in ways I would have never done otherwise. I also had to learn how to count beats better.
I used to play piano. I played fro years when I was younger, and it is something that I will always regret not continuing. Part of my downfall with piano was the fact that I had almost no sight reading skills and I played by ear. This style of playing and learning music helped me when I started learning set. I was able to not only play the beats but, for the most part, feel the music as a whole. Being able to feel the music means that I don't always play exactly what is written, in fact I almost never do when it comes to the harder rhythms, but I was lucky enough to find an instrument where coming up with your own music is allowed if not encouraged. Some songs, in fact, have only measures with lines indicating the meter and small notes indicating accents; they leave it up to the drummer to figure out what he or she wants to play. This flexibility on music is what makes me love Jazz Band so much. Well, that and the fact that our Jazz Band is made up of some of the most interesting and fun people at Marshall, in my opinion. Because we have so many different instruments, we have different personalities that go along with them. But as different as some of us can be, we all still love music, and this common ground lets us get along. I will always remember my experiences in Jazz Band as some of my best in high school. 

"My Baby"

When I was three years old, my life changed forever. Whether that was a good or bad change was not initially obvious. I don't remember much from when my sister was born, except that all the attention I had been reaping suddenly dried up, died, and blew away. I was suddenly not the only child in my parent's life, which can be a very traumatic experience for a young kid. Regardless of the fact that she was stealing my limelight, I quickly grew into the over-protective brother. As in as soon as we got her home. My father was giving Rachel her first bath in the kitchen sink, and I was walking around the house bawling and screaming "don't hurt my baby!!" Ever since that start, my sister and I have had a fantastic relationship filled with mutual love and respect. Ha ha. Let's be honest, sibling relationships are something that cannot be described to those who have not experienced it. I have liked my sister, been annoyed with her, helped her, sabotaged her, hugged her, wrestled with her (heads up to any guy who wants to date her in the future: she knows how to fight, and she doesn't fight fair), and even downright wanted to disown her. (okay that may be a little harsh..) Before my junior year I didn't have what I would call a solid relationship with my sister. I mean I knew she existed, but she was just that other person living in our house. At some point during junior year, I realized that she and I actually had some things in common. (She will beg to differ, but I still think we are more alike then she realizes) For example, we both liked sports. She is much better than I ever was but we could talk basketball and I could hold a fairly intelligent conversation with her about their new play or the latest drill they were doing. I also realized that I was leaving, and that as much as she says she can't wait to get rid of me I believe/hope that she is going to miss me because I realized that I am going to miss her. (Rachel, if you are reading this you are probably rolling your eyes but I do mean this stuff) As my senior comes to a close, I hope I can continue a good sibling relationship with Rachel after high school. (Sibling relationship is defined as the love/hate thing all siblings have) Rach, I think you are a pretty cool kid and it's been awesome seeing you improve athletically. I can't wait to see where you go in high school and after and I hope we stay in touch after I graduate!

One of the few pictures of us both Rachel and I like. Minus the
vacuum cleaner photo bombing in the background.

P.S. Again, to any guys who are interested in dating her just know that at the Naval Academy all freshman are required to take wrestling and boxing and I'm always looking for punching bags, I mean sparing partners.

Sunshine, Sand, and Manatees

My parents wanted to take me on a senior trip sometime after graduation. The way my schedule was looking and the fact that I have a mere three weeks between graduation and I-Day, my first day at the Naval Academy, made me request to stay home in June so I could see friends. While my parents were initially disappointed about this, they came up with a plan. So this Spring Break, my entire family got on a plane and flew down to Fort Meyers, Florida. From there we traveled by shuttle, bus, boat, and golf cart to arrive at our destination: North Captiva Island. For those of you who aren't familiar with Florida (myself included) Captive is just north of Sanibel Island, which is on the Gulf of Mexico. The island is completely cut off from the mainland, so there are no cars there. The main mode of transportation is golf cart. Our first day there was amazing. Not too hot but a lot warmer than our 30s back home. That night we watched one of the prettiest sunsets I have ever seen. The next day it rained and was really windy, but it was still very nice to stay inside and just unwind. The rest of the week was spent walking the beaches, swimming, reading, eating, running, and seeing wildlife. The last day, Friday, we rented a boat and found a lagoon filled with manatees, hiked around a State Park, and went to Cabbage Key for lunch. Cabbage Key was a very popular resort/diner that served an estimated 600 people lunch every day. Their walls and ceilings are covered with one dollar bills with names written on them (which I believe is a Federal Offence...). Anyway, I really enjoyed my trip and going back is something I would definitely want to do later down the road. Here are some pictures from the trip!

The beginning of the trail through the nature reserve

Picture taken on the trail

Another trail picture

The "parking lot" for one of the beaches

Some trees next to our swimming pool. We spent many slow
hours basking in the sun and reading by the pool.

One of the Gulf side beaches after the rainstorm

After seeing many holes and wondering what animal made them, we finally
got a glimpse of the culprit!

Another local animal we saw a lot of

This one was following our boat

A picture of the seemingly endless beach

Random Acts of Shakespeare Part 2

In this scene from Twelfth Night, Sir Andrew and Sir Toby are drunkenly discussing the meaning of life and beef. Sir Toby is making fun of Sir Andrew, who is realizing that he is not a bright man.

Sir Toby: Charlie K

Sir Andrew: Eric D

Location: Development Office

Date: April 25

Reflections on The Lovely Bones

I read The Lovely Bones on a car ride to Michigan. I had a very hard time reading it the first time. I found the subject material very hard to accept, and because of that I had trouble moving on from her rape. After we started discussing the story, however, I was able to get past that. I really enjoyed Skyping Molly. It was awesome to be able to actually be able to talk to someone outside of class about the book and talk to someone who was (sort of) famous. I think this is a good thing for future students to do.