You may now address me as Sergeant.

Horn Sergeant, that is. (Miss Jackson if you’re nasty).

Last night it was announced that yours truly would fill the role of Horn Sergeant for the 2012 Minnesota Brass Drum & Bugle Corps.

So I guess this means I’m marching after all.

The Horn Sergeant is basically the on-field head of the whole horn line. The position is responsible for maintaining order and etiquette, facilitating things like field lining and horn arc setup, checking up on absentees, acting as a liaison to the staff, etc.

I wasn’t just chosen randomly out of the blue, there was actually an application and an interview process for the position. Meaning I deliberately chose to toss my hat in the ring for it.

After last season, there were random instances of people in the corps asking if I was going to try for Horn Sergeant. Mostly I figured they were just joking. Everyone knew I was frustrated and unhappy after last year, even though we won.

But as I was debating on whether to even return this year, I started thinking “Why not? Why not me for Horn Sergeant?”

The idea grew on me. It would give me a new goal for the season. A goal bigger than just me.

My goal would now be to reduce frustration levels in the horn line and thereby elevate the drum corps experience for all.

Including myself.

And after last year, I had some specific ideas on how this could be accomplished, which I detailed on my application.

The interview portion was last night, and I thought it went well. I avoided talking about U.S. Americans without maps and such.

And then at the end of the corps rehearsal they just announced the results. Bam. No warning.

They didn’t even tell me (or the other candidates) first- I found out the same time everyone else did (which I felt was a bit of bad form on their part).

But there you have it. I’m Horn Sergeant, bitches. And things about to change up in hyah.

Ol’ Sophia home now.