I woke up Monday at 5 am to head to work. In the haze of the morning, I ended up throwing on an MV shirt. Working in a coffee shop, I get to talk with a variety of people from different walks of life. But a bit of the conversations felt pretty similar. “So, you’re in the Marching Virginians?” “Oh, what instrument do you play?” “Were you guys practicing yesterday - I think I could hear you from my house.” These are just some of the common questions people ask you when you openly associate with one of the largest organizations on campus.
As the day dragged on, the Monday blues hit hard. I had three classes back-to-back immediately following work. As I walked between classes, I recognized a few faces: some wearing MV hats or even the same shirt as me. Whether or not they have actually spoken, MVs always wave to one another. It’s just one of those things! It’s like saying, “Hey, I love this organization too, and I’m glad you feel the same way.” There’s a silent comradery.
Finally, my last class of the day ends. I begin to back up my things as the professor stops to talk. “I loved your show on Saturday!” I thank him for his support, and before he can ask any questions, I let him know I can't stay long. The best part of my day is arriving.
The walk from the other side of campus is only worth it because of the destination at the end: the MVC. As I walk up Chicken Hill, my ears are already overwhelmed with rim shots and cymbal crashes. Everyone has their own preparation for rehearsals. Some brass players are throwing a football on the field. I see a few clarinet players sitting on the sideline, just resting before an intensive practice. I spot the trumpet player I waved to earlier in the day as he takes out his instrument. And then the whistle for rehearsal sounds.
All before that whistle at 5:25 in the evening, I spoke with a diverse cast of characters. Whether I was serving them, they were serving me, I would see them later or anything in between; we all had one thing in common. It’s my favorite part of the day, my home away from home, the Spirit of Tech: The Marching Virginians.