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| Marching Band Forming Letters at LSU image courtesy photobucket.com |
Although it might have been an annual event, I can only remember participating once in the Field day at our Junior High School. At that time our school was grades 7 through 9, and I was a 9th grader. After all these years it is now a Middle school, such is progress.
The girl at the corner point was to march in place, the next girl was to take very short steps, and the final girl taking the largest steps in order to round that point. The row was not supposed to bend as we executed that curve. Each girl was to work in tandem to keep their row straight at all times. It did take practice, but we soon got the hang of it.
The difficult part was at the end of our march. The playground was large enough for us to carefully spell out the name of our School; Frick Jr. High. Chalk dust had marked prompt lines for each letter, and we did splendidly.
The Oakland Tribune was there to take our picture, and a write up followed the next day in the paper.
Practicing had been tough but we had done well, and also in our performance. Yes we were proud of that fact and of our school.
A job well done is worth being pleased with. There is a difference between a prideful spirit and just bursting with pride and happiness for a completed project.
In our Christian walk, there are times when we can feel honest pride as a Mother Hen does over her chicks.
Have you even observed a hen cluck and her chicks as they all get in line to march to her tune?
Some people today march to the World and for us we have a Drummer who beats out the steps that please the Lord. We have been practicing for awhile and soon it will be time for the final performance.
Hup two, three four! Stay in line please!
This post is linked to: Peter Pollocks One Word Carnival
Linked with Good Morning Girls Wednesday
and Linking with Jennifer at God-Bumps and God-Incidences Wednesdays
