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"Lo puedo grabar?" (Can I record it?) asks another, grabbing her phone. Didn't expect that!
"Sure!" I grin and sit back.
A few are in our school's marching band. Some have never even seen a marching band. I don't think any of them have been to an OSU football game. Some haven't been to an American football game.
I watch and listen to them watching and listening.
Wide eyes. Wiggly bodies. Pointing arms.
"Where is it going to make the Ohio?"
"No look, there's four of them, all over!"
"We did like this last week for Homecoming!" (Once a year, our town's high school bands have always done a simplified version, with our town's name instead of Ohio.)
"WHOA, that is so cool, how do you guys go through each other like that?"
"Oh yeah, look, they have to go through each other right there!"
"Isn't it hard to march like that while you're playing?"
"Who's taking the video?"
"Sweet, look, I see how it's making Ohio!"
"Aw, they separated you and your husband?"
"How did you guys ever learn how to do that?"
"You guys practiced that a lot, right?"
"3:30 in the morning?!"
"How come the guy who makes the dot is so special?"
"WHOA look at the 4 Ohios!"
"Wow, how many people are in that stadium?"
Sometimes it's worth it to take five minutes of class time to weave the threads of a connection that will last all year. Just like sometimes it's worth it to practice even when you're too tired, to get up at 3:30 in the morning, and to cram another thing into your already busy schedule.
Tradition is worth it. Pride is worth it. Connections are worth it.