As much as I kick and scream, I love being a part of the Corps. It’s refreshing knowing that there are other freshmen going through the same ordeal I am, especially as I look back now that Turn Day is only fifty days away. Blue Phase has started and everyday I think about how much closer we are to completing
servitude freshman year. Additionally, I’m at a lost with words when it comes to how much I love the Band despite our hell of a semester. There were times when I reexamined my place here both as a Cadet and as a student but the Corps always seems to bring me back to Earth. I’ve never say it, but joining the Corps and the Band is one of my Top Ten Greatest Hits.
But everyday I wonder what it would be like to be a “civilian” again.
I find it hard to explain what it truly means to be a freshman in the Corps of Cadets, specifically in Band Company, to those not in the Corps. The numerous ranks, jargon, regulations, and unwritten rules are one thing, and the Highty Tighties are another. This entirely different sect within the Corps of Cadets deserves it’s own post.
I’m in Band Company, which is comprised of, you guessed it, musicians. Everyone plays/are currently learning how to play an instrument and we have been practicing marching and our music for the past two weeks for our first game, which was against Appalachian State yesterday (which we won!).
Well, before we could prove we were ready, the training company (aka TC, aka freshmen) traversed through hell and back before we could wear our white chords in public. I won’t reveal the exact details, but I will say that I’m completely honored to be a part of the Band Company and can’t wait to be recognized as a full-fledged Highty Tighty when I turn (become a sophomore) at the end of the Spring semester. The agitated and jumbled emotions, serendipitous timing of the weather, and grueling three weeks of training has brought us closer as a bud class.