Why the Word "Blind," is Inaccurate When Referring to Limited Eyesight in Today's World of Words

The word "blind," has been the definition of somebody who does not have the use of their eyesight for as long as there have been words. I believe in today's world of words, the definition of the word "blind," has changed to define one who is unknowing or unaware. Society often changes the definitions of words to fit our changing world. Think of the word "friend," most of us picture somebody who shares the same interests as us, somebody who has been through thick and thin or somebody who knows you well and understands your personality traits. Then Facebook was invented and the definition of "friend," changed significantly. We appear to currently define a "friend," as anybody we know. Some people however, have hundreds or even thousands of "friends," according to Facebook, but do they really have that many friends? Do they even know that many people? This is just one example of the constantly changing definitions of words. 

So back to the word "blind," Why do I think it has a different definition? 

Most of us have heard of, or been on a blind date. You are unaware of who this person is, and you know nothing about them, including if they are your type. haha Here the word "blind," is implied to mean unaware and unknowing. Now think about two different types of studies used for medical or psychological testing of products or techniques on a group of people:  blind and double blind studies. 

A blind study is when the participants do not know if they are receiving the actual treatment being tested (experimental group) or receiving no treatment/a placebo (the control group). However, the administrators know who receives which treatment. 

A double blind study is when nobody, not even administrators of the test know who is receiving which treatment. 

Both types of studies imply some degree of the unknown or unawareness. So, society has effectively changed or confused the definition of the word "blind." 

Things change, people change and life never stops. I believe it is important to embrace change to some degree. I have decided to stop using the word "blind," when referring to somebody who has a lack of eyesight. Instead I prefer to use the words "visually impaired." I know, it's two whole words as opposed to one, but it's better than saying "blind or visually impaired." From a journalistic standpoint those three words are redundant. 

There are a wide array of visual impairments, which span from the person who says "I can't see without my glasses or contacts," to the person who says "I can not see at all." All of these people have something in common: They all have impaired vision. The term visually impaired does not state to what degree of visual impairment a person has, but that's  the beauty   of using this term as opposed to the word "blind," which used to imply that somebody had no eyesight. The word "blind," has such a negative stigma attached to it; who wants to be known as the person who knows nothing about anything? Not I! 

So what is my rationale? 

I've been conducting my own personal social experiments on sighted people for the last 18 months or so,Many of which  I had never met  before. I would refer to myself as a person who is blind when talking about my eyesight, or lack of it. I would keep this up for a couple of conversations. Then I would switch the term and use the words "visually impaired." I would often talk to classmates in one college class and use the word "blind," and use the words "visually impaired in another class.  I realized that people seemed to regard me as an individual first, who happens to have less eye sight when using the words "visually impaired." When I would use the word "blind," people tended to regard me as a person who is unaware or unknowing, and that anything I knew was simply amazing.  

I'm sure many of you who may be visually impaired or who work with people who are visually impaired are shaking your heads at this post and saying "surely a simple word can't be responsible for shifting the misconceptions of people who are visually impaired." Yes, you are correct; one word is not the magic bullet. However, if society has inadvertently changed the definition of the word "blind," to mean unaware or unknowing, wouldn't it be necessary to accept the change and use two words that clearly state the definition of a person's lack of eyesight? I'm of course suggesting the words "visually impaired." Society understands that "impaired," means limited functionality. Think of what alcohol does to peoples judgments when they consume too much of the stuff. It Impairs specific parts of the brain, correct? So if somebody is "visually impaired," society should understand that to mean a person's eyesight is not functioning fully. The word "blind," means unaware and unknowing, and the last time I checked I was neither of those. 

The moral of the story? 

If you see a person who appears to have limited eyesight, and you must refer to their limited eyesight use the words "visually impaired." When you are seeing this person for the first time and your mind is looking for words to remember them by, try not to think "oh there's a blind girl or guy," instead replace the word "blind," with the words "visually impaired." You may find yourself able to see the concepts of limited eyesight much clearer. 

Winter Travel: getting around a cold, wet and slippery landscape on foot

A lone guide dog and handler  slip and slide a cross snow and ice covered sidewalks. The two of them pick  their way through piles of snow. The temperature hovers just above zero degrees F, and the winds produce  windchill readings that often approach negative ten Degrees F. The prevailing winds, which blow anywhere from 10-30 MPH polish the frozen snow to a smooth, shiny, icy finish that could rival a neatly groomed indoor ice rink. Even with all of this the team manages to maintain their standard team speed of three miles per hour. How do they do it? 

As professional pedestrians my guide dog and I face all sorts of wintery weather conditions;  bitterly cold and dangerous icy conditions, driving rain, sleet, snow, hale and high winds that can blow a 50 pound Labrador off course. Life goes on, no matter what the weather is doing, and it's all about how I prepare myself and my dog to handle the conditions. Like pilots, I follow minimum and maximum operating conditions. For example, the minimum temperature for safe travel is -20 Degrees F and the maximum operating temperature is 110 degrees F (using the appropriate gear for extremes). The only types of weather that ground travel from a safety standpoint are extreme blizzards, thunder storms and extreme winds. 

The above mentioned anecdote has been a real life experience during the late fall and winter. Every day is a judgment call on what type of winter gear will help us get safely to and from classes and around town. It's pretty easy to prepare a human for the weather, but a dog who spends roughly 50-60 percent of their time indoors, and who is unable to tell you if he or she is cold or hot is something else. Depending on the winter weather I outfit my guide with rough Wear dog booties and a heavy, fleece lined coat. 

The booties keep wet snow, ice and salt from building up in between their toes and on their pads. Salt and other de-icing chemicals is hard on a dog's feet, and in some cases can cause their pads to be very sore. If we have traveled any significant distance over de-iced sidewalks, my dog gets a rinse down in the tub at the end of the day to remove the dirt and de-icing chemicals that have been flecked on to her belly. I do not use soap, because it would dry the dog's skin out, leading to skin irritation and hot spots. Just like people's hands or feet prolonged contact with cold and or wet surfaces  can cause frostbite. Still, it's a system of give and take with the booties. My dog does not enjoy wearing them, and she gets less traction on the ice. However, they protect her feet from the elements. I always keep a set of booties in my bag just in case I decide to put them on. 

The winter coat   is more than just a fashion statement. My dog wears her coat when the air temperature drops below 25 degrees F. This keeps the dog's core warm, especially when waiting for the bus, or standing on a windswept street corner waiting to cross.   

It can be very disconcerting for a guide dog when one day the entire outdoor landscape changes from well contrasted sidewalks, curbs, steps  and crosswalks to a white, featureless work environment. Guide Dogs generally learn specific, well traveled routs, but like people with sight  they rely on visual cues to guide them along. When thees are taken away, my dog's task of guiding becomes more challenging. I have to slow down significantly to allow my dog to orient herself and make the correct judgment calls, especially when turning or locating a street curb. Sometimes I have to be more encouraging than usual in an attempt to assist my dog in locating things. 

 I must be completely focused so that I can assist my dog while traveling over snow and ice. I have developed smaller "sub-routs," along my desired travel rout to avoid the worst of the slippery conditions. Sometimes it's as simple as slowing down my dog, or as advanced as asking my dog to turn to the right or left, zigzagging around large patches of finely polished ice. Communication between my dog and I must be top notch in order to achieve safe and efficient travel. OUr reflexes must be sharp. Often times both my dog and I don't know how stable our next step will be. Is it scary? No, it's part of life, and I rely on my experience and adventurous spirit to keep me standing up. 

Winds can make a 50 pound Labrador's job of guiding quite a challenge. A cross wind blowing 25 MPH, gusting to 40 MPH has enough force to push my dog over by two or three steps. She counters this by turning her body slightly into the wind and pulley with all her strength. As a result it is very challenging to maintain a completely straight line of travel. It feels like we are zigzagging slightly down the sidewalk, and that's because we are. Sometimes slowing down helps  keep us on track. I have my own challenges with wind. The constant blowing in my ears makes it very difficult to localize traffic or other audible landmarks. My best defense is to be more cautious and assess each situation individually. Sometimes it's necessary to divert to an intersection that is easier to cross. 

The moral of the story? 

Life keeps moving, no matter what the weather is doing. One of my jobs when it comes to independent travel is to overcome, adapt and always be prepared, putting my dog's needs of comfort and safety above my own. 

The Importance of Self Image

I had to write a reflection paper on the performance theories of communication as an assignment in my Communication Theorie class. I thought some of the concepts I discuss in this short summery are important for everybody to read. There is some technical jargon because this is of course an assignment, but I hope my explanations make sense. 

Chapter 6 discussed several concepts relating to performance studies. Back stage and front stage actions have to do with personal presentation of ourselves to others. Erving Goffman developed the dramaturgical theory, which explains how people perform in their day-to-day lives. This theory is similar to dramatism theory discussed in chapter five. Performance ethnography is another theory that describes the performance of people based on their ethnicity. This theory has two parts: thick and thin readings of cultural life.  Thin readings are much like brute facts, likewise, thick readings are like institutional facts. Performance theories are often applied to political actions for change, social normalcy or to uphold standards in society.  

When I first studied the concepts of back and front stage performances I thought to myself "I'm a pretty straight forward guy; what you see is what you get." Then I kept reading and realized that I put on a front and back stage performance every day. I don't think anybody could possibly act the same in either situation, although I think somebody who is not easily swayed by public opinion of themselves could get very close. Still, we all do funny stuff at home that we would never do in front of a group of people. Personally, I find the presentation of self image to be very important to me. It is often thought that one with limited eyesight could not possibly live independently, hold down a job or be social just like his or her sighted peers. This of course is not the case, and I back that up with 25 years of living as a person who happens to be visually impaired. Still, I can't just tell you, or my classmates, or the entire  campus, or even the world. No, I have to present this claim to every person I meet. I do this by presenting  a self reliant, confident, intelligent, good natured complexion. You may be thinking "why try so hard?" or "why would you try to be somebody you are not?" It's not hard; it's natural. I grew up in a sighted world, with sighted family and friends around me. I refuse to be pigeon-holed into a pre-casted mold, which is created by society's misconceptions of me. This is why self image and performance theories are so   important. 

Reflecting on performance ethnography, if everybody walked a day in somebody els's shoes, we would all be a little more informed, a little more understanding, a little nicer to others and less judgmental. I find it very interesting to learn about how other people view the world around them. I taught independent living skills to visually impaired adults for six years and more often than not, before teaching somebody a new skill I would first stop and watch them act naturally in their home environment. In this case it was the training facility/dormitory where the students were living during their training.  I would observe as much about my students as possible. I would observe social interactions, make note about physical or emotional challenges that they faced or simply how they presented themselves when interacting with me as well as the general public. I learned if I took the time to try and put myself in their shoes and try to understand the challenges they faced I would be a better instructor figure to them. I often saw success in the lessons I taught and the techniques I implemented after taking the time to observe my students in their natural setting. So what is my point? Take time and truly get to know somebody. Listen to their story with active ears and mind, put yourself in their place and appreciate their efforts. and see how the concepts of performance ethnography apply to their lives. 

Pealing Back Society's Labeling Habit: why labeling isn't always a good thing

It was a chilly January morning as I entered my first class of the winter term, Mass Media and the Information Society. At the door of the classroom I was greeted by a friendly teacher's assistant who help me find a seat. I didn't think too much about the particular chair and small table the assistant had suggested until I began unpacking my things for class.  I don't know why, but I'm a pretty observant person, and always have been. As I settled my dog next to my chair and put my bag down,  my pin-hole sized amount of unpredictable and often unreliable eyesight noticed something on the surface of the desk. The black outline of some image or maybe even a word contrasted greatly against the white surface. With a minute to spare I took a closer look and studied the lines hard. What I saw was the universal sign for Disability Access; the outline of a person sitting in a wheelchair. Under this sign were three letters: "DSS," which in the collegiate world stands for Disability Support Services. I sat down just as the professor walked in the door and began his lecture. Like a good student I listened to the lecture and took studious notes. As I listened, I began feeling very uncomfortable about sitting behind a desk that clearly stated I was a person with a disability. I new I would have to make a change. Two days later and 10 minutes before the next session of class was due to start I walked into an almost empty classroom and confidently picked a desk that had no label, and one that looked just like the rest. It was great! I made conversation with two classmates and because of the placement of my chosen seat I could hear the professor much, much better. 

It is fact, that I'm very accepting of my visual impairment and understand that it's pretty obvious that I have limited eyesight. It's also fact that I am very intolerant of society's methods of labeling me as a person with a disability. Most people who see me know that I'm visually impaired before even saying a word to me, and this is totally acceptable. However, I do not believe it is necessary to have additional labels placed on physical objects such as a desk or chair. The  experience described above allowed me to prove to myself that I'm a person first, who is then accepting of his impairment but will stop at nothing to be just like everybody else. Some people argue that it is necessary to have a universal label placed on a physical object so that people who do not have a disability do not occupy the physical object. This is a fair reason. However, I strongly dislike labels. I find them to breed stereotypes, preconceived notions, misconceptions and skewed perceptions of people. I don't fight against the system of physical signage; instead I choose not to be in a physical space where  

such a label is placed. In the anecdote above I found a different desk without a label. 

I was raised in a sighted world, treated like a sighted person (for the most part), expected to do everything my sighted siblings had to do and was expected to "keep up," with my friends. I didn't know there was such a thing called "society's labels," until I left home and began studying and working as an adult. I was then bombarded by assumptions, strangely worded questions about my visual impairment, preconceived conclusions about me and fragmented social relationships with sighted people. My can-do attitude, along with my unwavering drive to fit in and be just like everybody else took over and I developed a system that would attempt to chisel away society's labels about myself as well as others with a visual impairment. 

So, naturally the idea of sitting behind a desk with a giant label proclaiming I was the guy with the disability rubbed against every grain inside of me. My "label avoidance system," as I like to call it took over and I created a plan that would allow me to go around society's fabricated label in an attempt to be a person first, who is visually impaired, but is able to do just about anything a fully sighted person is able to do. 

I have many physical and mental tools that are designed specifically for a visually impaired person including a guide dog, a computer with special software that interprets the output on the screen and turns it into synthesized speech, a mind designed for memorizing and the ability to know which cardinal  direction I'm facing no matter where I am in the world. Some of these tools, like the guide dog or computer are outwardly obvious to other people, and some are not. Either way I employ these tools as a way of adapting myself to the sighted world, so I can do almost everything everybody else can. These tools are not a large sign proclaiming "I'm blind, and I'm helpless." I'll do just about anything to do what everybody else is doing and I'll stop at nothing to fight off society's preconceived label of me. 

By now you must be thinking "wow this guy is really   righteous and is a non-conformist who really is scared to death of his visual impairment and is taking it out on society." Okay, fair enough, I could understand how one could draw this conclusion. I can assure you I am not righteous of the highest degree. I am a reasonable person. If I were really righteous I would have firmly told the Teacher's Assistant never to show me to a desk that has a preconceived label. As written above I said nothing and instead created my own workaround that  is positive for everybody involved. I will not let society label me unfairly, but I will not chastise somebody for asking a question or performing an action that I don't agree with. Especially if it is one where the person simply has no idea about the complex issue of society's labeling habits. Please understand I'm a person who believes in independence as well as interdependence; we all need both for the world to go around. I take a lot of pride in fitting in and honestly I enjoy the challenge most days. 

The Moral of the Story? 

Before labeling somebody I.E making assumptions, passing judgements or rushing to conclusions learn about the person first. Talk to them, hear their story and learn what they are about. Then, be creative and give them their own unique label. I personally believe this ideal can be applied to anybody, no matter their abilities. Who knows that person a crossed the room who you assumed was nuts just may become your best friend, and that is what you get when you peal back society's labels and see the person for just that, a person. 

The Term is Over and the Grades are in; How Did I Do?

With my first term at University complete and my grades in,I'm reflecting on the results of my efforts.
It was quite a learning curve first re-locating, then learning both the physical and academic layouts of my new University. I did quite well this term; earning a 3.7 GPA. This is my personal best. I've always  struggled with school, so to receive good grades for my work feels great. It's a message that I can do it; I have what it takes to make it at a University, and so do you!  I learned a lot, I met a lot of interesting people and I feel like I've done a lot both academically and socially.

Looking back, I should have enrolled in University a long time ago. I don't want to make this a community college VS university argument, because they both have their positive's and negative's. However, from my own experiences I really wished I would have went to a University straight out of high school. Although I gained life experiences that I would have never received at a University. Simply put, the academic, social and vocational opportunities are much, much better at a University. Like many things, you do get what you pay for when it comes to higher education. Now, can you over-pay for a college education? Absolutely, however cutting corners and picking the least expensive option is not always the best. I advise aiming for the middle of the cost spectrum when exploring higher education options.   Community college is a great start; it allows a person to get a solid academic experience without investing a lot of money or time in a higher education option. Unfortunately community colleges often lack the social, vocational and internship opportunities often recommended for many majors. From my experiences, if you are unsure if higher education is the right thing to do, enroll at your local community college for a term. Get your feet wet, learn how academics at the collegiate level work. If you are happy with what you see apply to the university of your choice and go for it!

I joined my University's marching band as a crash cymbal player. Having this outlet allowed me to meet people and to take a break from studying to do something I personally enjoy. There is talk of the University drum line doing some post season performances in the community. I of course am going to participate. As for next year? I'm hoping to move up in the ranks of the drum line. My goal is to master enough music by next fall to land a position playing the snare or tenner drums. When I say "master," I mean memorize the required parts. It will take some work, but hopefully it will pay off. I've put a lot of thought into this goal. I have experience playing both of these drums and these instruments are the most enjoyable to play I think. I will keep practicing, refining my technique and learning songs for next year. I'm also going to try and find another musical group to play in this winter. I really appreciate the camaraderie  and sound that comes from a group of musicians all working together to produce one full bodied sound.

I think the coolest thing about going to University is the simple fact that I'm truly a person who just so happens to be visually impaired. I'm learning, socializing and playing music alongside my sighted peers, and I'm loving it. I'm doing what I grew up doing, and thats living life in a sighted world, alongside sighted people. I have my own set of accommodations but I have them so I can do what everybody else is doing, not to promote the message of "hey, look at me, I'm blind." Nope I'm me and I'm doing what everybody else is doing, oh yeah and I guess I can't see physically, that is. But who cares! I'm doing what I want to do, I'm doing it with everybody else and for the most part I'm enjoying it, even if I have to work a little harder. I've got my own program that I created and I'm in charge of. That, is a beautiful thing.

To sum this all up, risking it all and taking a leap of faith in an attempt to reach my higher education goals was a great decision. It was a very hard and risky decision but in the end it was worth it. I'm doing great at University!
The moral of the story?
If you want something, even if the idea seems far fetched and the effort required to reach what you want is massive, go for it! Why wouldn't you? Those who take a calculated risk and work hard are often rewarded for their efforts. It is foolish to do the same thing and expect different results. So with the new year approaching, think about what you have been wanting to accomplish. Think about it, then go do it!

Happy Holidays!! 

Playing Through the Pain: what being part of a team means to me

Many of us have heard that saying "play through the pain." Most of the time this quote refers to athletes and sports teams, however it applies to most of us, including musicians.  

At last weekend's marching band performances I found myself facing a decision that nobody wants to face: 

"I don't feel good; should I go, or stay in bed?"

Personally this is always a tough question to answer because I'm not a quitter and because I don't like being sick. I also do not enjoy imposing hardships on other people do to my inability to perform. 

The night before the performance I had dinner with friends, and we had a great time. I went home, and went to sleep. When I awoke however I could hardly stand and my body was ridding itself of anything that had to do with food or drink (I'll spare you the details).  Turns out I had food poisoning, and if you've ever had it, you know that there's nothing you can do until every bit of food is gone from your body. 

I laid in bed weighing my options as the sun came up and marching band call time approached. The entire band had been working tirelessly on this week's half time show. My crash cymbal partner and I worked to memorize our parts, which were different from each other, meaning that if I didn't show up my partner would have to play their part alone or attempt to cover two cymbal parts designed for two players. However, I was sick, that was obvious; what to do… I laid in bed for a while longer trying to weigh my options, and then it came to me. The music building is located roughly one half, to three quarters of a mile from my home. If I could walk this distance (it's up hill) and make it to the music building I would play. If I was too weak to walk that far I would turn around and call in sick. 

So, with no food/water in my body I set off with my guide dog toward the music building. It was hard, but 20 minutes later I found myself standing upright at the entrance of the music building. One small success. I left Angelina with  the dog-sitter, slowly changed into my band uniform and fetched my crash cymbals. 

It felt good to be standing outside in the fresh air waiting to march. The band began our usual warm-ups and as I crashed the cymbals I realized that these six-eight pound plates of brass felt like 16-18 pounds of brass today.  

I managed to play starving and weak the entire pre-game show as well as the entire football game. I don't know what kept me going. I believe it was my shear willpower, my can-do attitude and my refusal to not let my team down. There was something about the driving, ear piercing, head  splitting, rumble of the drum line, and the high energy emulating from the rest of the marching band. It was an all day struggle, as I worked overtime it seemed counting  measures, remembering  crash cymbal parts, staying  in formation and all of the other tasks associated with marching in the band non visually. Still I found myself with just enough energy to get by and I even managed to crack a smile a few times. I love music, love performing and love marching band, and I think this little narrative proves that. 

The moral of the story? Sometimes it is imperative to play through the pain; your team is counting on you. No matter how sick one feels or how bad something hurts I believe the best medicine is to do your best, participate as much as possible considering the circumstances and support your team. Looking back I would have felt worse laying in bed all day thinking of the marching band, thinking of the drum line as they accommodated themselves for my absence and thinking of my crash cymbal partner and the effort they would have to extend in order to pull off a great performance. It just goes to show that every person on a team or in a band has an important part; no matter how much playing time you get, or no matter how large or small your musical instrument is. The collective group is always best when everybody is there. 

Culture of the Drum Line

After the first performance, the marching band had two weeks to rehearse new music for our upcoming homecoming show. This gave me time to fine tune my systems and workaround's. I also used the time to explore the culture of my university's drum line, verbally, mentally and physically.  

I mentioned in a previous blog post that I faced a lot of opposition, resistance and unnecessary competition from fellow drummers in high school. I asked myself "was playing on a college drum line going to be like high school all over again?" How would the other drummers view me? (a guy who just happens to be visually impaired) I thought of the 2002 film Drum Line and the fierce  competition between drummers and drum lines. I know Hollywood has a way of blowing things way out of proportion but I had to learn how I would fit into this new group of people. Granted, I don't go to Texas A and M and I don't play on their drum line, so I had that going for me. 

I decided to take a natural approach; just being myself. Between this mentality and the friendly nature of myself and my guide dog I found that the members of the drum line were quite accepting. I think it took people a few days to realize that the "guy with the cool dog," was joining up and playing on the line. Many of the other drummers respected me as a person and had no problem saying things like " welcome aboard," or "glad you are part of the line."  Naturally we are all competitive at some level and I'm sure if I had challenged the section leader to a drum-off  I would be writing this post from a much different perspective. 

I found myself challenged by the music and the required parts. (this is a good thing) I count measures to keep track of where I am in the musical piece. I also memorize my part based on the sound of the music and the knowledge of the composition.  Here's a snapshot of what it's like to learn a new song or cadence: 

My newly made crash cymbal partner  and I team up and learn the music together. They read the sheet music to me as we practice it in sections. "count to measure 12; crash on measure 12 beat 1; crash on measure 14 beat 1; crash on measure 16 beat 2; measures 23-29 crash on beats 2 and 4; at measure 30 crash on the and of beat 3."  Just so you know, this is the first section of crash cymbal music for Elton John's Funeral for a Friend. Now, do I memorize to this detail on every song all of the time? No, because if I did my head would explode! I do, however pay attention to how the other drums as well as the horn section sound while practicing. At first I count and memorize and then I combine that knowledge with what the music sounds like. Then,   I am effectively able to play my part. Add in all of the auditory cues that I employ to help me get around while marching in the band and you've got a pretty good description of the mental stamina it takes to play in a marching band non visually. 

It is fact, it takes a good deal  of physical strength to play any instrument in a marching band. You must be able to play your chosen instrument for long periods of time, while standing or marching and in all weather. Yes, even in the poring down rain. After playing the crash cymbals for half a day at the first football game I realized that I was a bit out of shape (musically speaking). My arms and shoulders were stretched and muscles in my fingers that I didn't even know I had were sore. I play a set of 18-inch Sabian AAX cymbals. Each weighs roughly 6-8 pounds. It doesn't sound like much, but consider this: 

OUr fight song requires the cymbal player to crash on roughly 95 percent of the beats. I'm guessing our fight song is about 20 measures long, which we play twice with a short drum cadence in the middle. and it's played at roughly 170 beats per minute (pretty fast)  If we do the math 95 percent of 20 = 19 measures, times 4 beats per measure = 76 beats, but wait, we play it twice so actually a cymbal player crashes the cymbals  152 times, just for the fight song.  

My point here is it takes a lot of physical strength to get through a day of marching. Still, I wouldn't have it any other way. 

To sum up the culture of the drum line: 

We are a group of hard working, strong , passionate musicians who just like to play music, and as long as everybody works hard to play their part that is all the group asks.