This year, my mother took me to Matt Savage Marching Percussion Camp. I have never been the type of person to enjoy camp life, and although I spent more times outdoors than I normally would have, I did spend some of my time in air conditioning.
We stayed in a cabin during the nighttime and ate meals in the dining hall. At first, the camp was very intimidating. Camping is something that I’ve never done before and I thought that I never would do, and while normally I stick to keyboard percussion, this camp was a drumming camp.
I was convinced that they would teach me more in-depth music that I would play on keyboard percussion instruments. Although I learned many new things about music in general, and about my instrument, it was still a drumming camp.
If I’m honest, I’m a complete beginner when it comes to playing any type of drum. If you were to hand me music for drums, I wouldn’t be able to read it like I am able to read my own music. The techniques that it takes to play snare drum I don’t know. The camp taught me many things — not only about my own instrument, but about new music and new instruments, and how ignorant it is to shut yourself off from other instruments.
On Friday, at the end of the camp, we learned the most about each other. The girls that I’d been living with for the past five days were great girls who were always kind to me. I didn’t make any friendships through those five days that would’ve lasted. Staying with the girls wasn’t enough for me to love them.
On Friday, we told each other things about ourselves that you wouldn’t normally speak with to strangers. And up until Friday, we’d only known the personality of each girl with their name, face and what they looked like in the morning. But when we learned the details about each one of us, I couldn’t help but love everyone who I’d met that day.
Annie Blakeley will be attending Richmond County Ninth Grade Academy, is a band and chorus student and a member of First United Methodist Church in Hamlet.