Yesterday was a highly competitive marching competition in our area. The Westlake Marching Festival.
CHS and HHS both competed. HHS placed second in its class. Due to scheduling conflicts (SAT exam), CHS chose to compete in a higher class, later in the day. They did not place in that class, but marched well.
The top 10 scoring bands advance to Finals competition. At the end of the preliminary rounds (about 5:30 in the afternoon) the announcer reads the names of the bands that will advance.
"In No Particular Order"...so he says.
We listened, with hearts in throats. We knew we had done well, but was it well ENOUGH? And since CHS had not placed in the higher class, it was hard to know just how they had scored.
The names were read. In no particular order.
1, 2, 3, 4...you know we are counting in our heads...how many more names to read?
5, 6, 7...and still neither name we want to hear.
Once more, the "rival" bands cheered loudly...for each other.
Finals competition was at night, between 7:30 and 10:15.
6th in finals (up one place from last year at same competition) - HHS
5th in finals (up one place from last year at same competition) - CHS
I like to think that Abraham was smiling down on all of us, just a little.