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Rob Krieg - 1973

Marching BandThroughout four years of Marching and Symphony band under Jim Griffith, we were taught discipline and excellence and it was expected from us.

Not wanting to be singled out and yelled at by Griff, I was either doing what he expected or was clever enough to escape being caught. One afternoon on the practice field, I did get caught and was royally dressed down by The Man, on his perch, through the megaphone. It was a long walk off the practice field that evening.

After practice and after putting my instrument away I was one of the last ones out of the band room and I almost ran into Jim coming around the corner. Thinking I was going to get an earful again, I paused and Jim said a congenial hello and just started chatting. This led to a joke or two. We ended up having a great conversation. The point being that the corrections, the discipline, the harsh words on the field, stayed on the field. Jim was yelling at the lack of attention or lack of performance on the field and not at the person.

I'll never forget that. Learning and understanding that separation was very valuable many times later iin life. Assessment of performance was not tied to personal relationships.


 

Darren T. Schindel, " Tex ", Tenor, Drumline - 1993 & 1994

It was 15 years ago today, February 26, 1993 that I moved from Humble, TX to Plymouth-Canton. Let's just say I was not a very happy 15 year old sophomore. I went from 80 degrees and sunshine to 8 inches of snow 48 hours later. I started playing baseball within a couple of days of starting school. It helped to keep my mind wondering and myself out of trouble. I was accepted has a player, but nothing more than that.

In March or April of that same year, practices/tryouts started for the drumline. Things were not good at the beginning because my skills were not up to the rest of the line. The instructors at the time and my fellow drumline members worked extensively with me. They all welcomed me and accepted me not only as a member of the drumline but as a friend. I will never forget getting on the bus the first time to head to band camp. One of the seniors loudly proclaimed when we got on the bus, "Everyone, this is Tex. Don't mess with him or you'll have to answer to me." I was soon welcomed and accepted by almost everyone in the band from that time on. Many people only knew me as Tex and thought that was my real name even through college!

Still to this day, the PCMB has been one of the best things that EVER happened to me. I continue to drum and follow drum corps and PCMB during their respective seasons. I would recommend being a member of the PCMB, not only for the experience during high school, but for those memories you will carry with you for the rest of your life.