Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Last Day of School Panic Attack!
I was sitting at graduation practice, being very bored, when a friend of mine walks into the building and comes directly to me and tells me that English Teacher (ET for short) didn't get my final. A wave of panic swept over my body. Then she reminded me that grades are due at three. It's 1:00 right now, and we haven't even started rehearsing the music! I'm freaking out inside. It's 1:15 and we finally start rehearsing. The combined number is rehearsed. It's 1:30. The band leaves, the choir rehearses, and we (the orchestra) wait. I talk to the friend who actually physically turned in the assignment (lucky for me she's in band) and try to figure out what could have happened to it. Maybe it got thrown away, or maybe it got stapled to hers. Those are the two options we can think of. It's 1:40 when we rehearse. We finish rehearsing at 1:45. I hurry and put my cello away. Next, I have to run up a million billion stairs, with my cello. I start out running, but then there are people in the way, so I have to slow down. I realize then that my legs are unhappy with me for going up all those stairs so quickly, and try to ignore them, because that is very unhelpful. Then I got out to the car, 1:50. Traffic wasn't too slow, but there were a lot of cars around. I go straight back to the school, and I get there at 2:10. (Yeah, I was watching the clock like a crazy person.) The friend who turned in the paper actually got there the same time I did. We go to ET's room. He's not there. but there is a stack of papers that have been graded, and we begin to search through them. The friend just wanted her final back. After a minute, we find her paper. Mine is stapled to the back of it. I pull it off, ask her to watch my cello, and the go to search for ET (who is moving classrooms). I find him fairly quickly, explain what happened, and he makes fun of me for a moment (It's just the way his humor works), and changes my grade. Relief overcomes me, and I go home. Then I think about how this would make a great story for the blog. Now, it seems kinda lame, but whatever. :)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Music 'n' Stuff
The end of the school year. Yes, it's torture, but no, it can't be avoided. So, some stuff I've been up to. Remember when I posted a while back about the cello ensamble I'm going to be a part of? Well, my small group met for the first time last week, and I'm super excited. Not only is the music as awesome as I dreamed, but the group really seemed to work well. We were missing one guy, but it's lifeguard training season, and he's a lifeguard, so he was busy. That seems to bode well for him though, a cello-playing lifeguard. It's like somebody took me and older than me one and mushed us together. I'm very excited. We're meeting again next week to get the rest of our music, and hopefully name ourselves and come up with costume ideas and stuff. SUPER 'CITED! I love music. I don't know if I have said that yet. I LOVE MUSIC!!!!! Other happenings, school is almost over. Graduation is this week, so that'll be fun. Plus, I did the math, and I figured out that if I even get a 50% on my last final, I'll end up with an A in the class (unless the points are weighted, which I'm pretty sure they're not). So I'm basically done with school this year. No, I haven't gotten a job. It's hard to find time to find one. And I'm scared. I'll do better at applying soon. Hm, what else? I have a cold. I went shopping for buisness like clothes, and found some really cute stuff. Late birthday present/early back to school shopping. (It was a lot of stuff.) Good times. I'm going to start running with the cross country team this summer. I'm frightened out of my mind. I love life, but it's busy with stuff. I love you all!!! (Especially Aunt Stephanie who comments a lot :D much love specially to you!)
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
bad news
I told my BFFWIAMC (best friend forever who is also my cousin) that I would post somthing on my blog . . . the only problem is I don't remember what it was. now i feel really bad. :(
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Toothless, Brainless, or Footless
Toothless:
Younger than me one. wow. baby teeth do not come out of that child's mouth on their own. he got 4, yes 4, teeth pulled yesterday. poor child.
Brainless:
as you can tell by my last post, school is very hard right now, and my brain has malfunctioned. if that's too big of a word for you to understand (which it isn't), because today i didn't remember what it meant, mal means bad in spanish. and functioned means worked. my brain worked badly. it was a rough day. they were very nice when they explained it to me though. then i realized, i really do know what it means. so a little bit of brain overload happens at the end of the school year with a billion and one projects, a zillion tests and a kajillion things to do. right now i'm "working" on my inquiry project. i surveyed the orchestra at school. i don't know what to do to present. that's my main problem. so i'm blogging to give myself a brain break. there's a ballroom concert this weekend i'm involved in. the ballroom class i'm in is performing. i just finished learning the second routine today. i missed class yesterday for an AP test, and so my partner taught it to me after lunch. because the dance room had a class in it, we were dancing in the hall. we also didn't have music. it was strange feeling. but now i know the routine for the waltz. the other routine we're doing is a swing/cha-cha medley. it's fun. i like dancing. i haven't performed ballroom for several years though, so we'll see how it goes. in fact, i haven't performed purely dancing for several years. anyhow...i'm brain dead for a little while.
Really awesome sidenote: i learned how to say flamingo in sign language! i'm happy :D
Footless:
ok, so i actually do have feet, i'm just not convinced that they're doing their job right. i have discovered anew talent: falling over spontaneously. not sure why. not sure how. it just happens. i'm sure it's very entertaining to watch because i've been told so. just thought i'd share.
:) good luck to you all in all your endeavors. live long and prosper.
Younger than me one. wow. baby teeth do not come out of that child's mouth on their own. he got 4, yes 4, teeth pulled yesterday. poor child.
Brainless:
as you can tell by my last post, school is very hard right now, and my brain has malfunctioned. if that's too big of a word for you to understand (which it isn't), because today i didn't remember what it meant, mal means bad in spanish. and functioned means worked. my brain worked badly. it was a rough day. they were very nice when they explained it to me though. then i realized, i really do know what it means. so a little bit of brain overload happens at the end of the school year with a billion and one projects, a zillion tests and a kajillion things to do. right now i'm "working" on my inquiry project. i surveyed the orchestra at school. i don't know what to do to present. that's my main problem. so i'm blogging to give myself a brain break. there's a ballroom concert this weekend i'm involved in. the ballroom class i'm in is performing. i just finished learning the second routine today. i missed class yesterday for an AP test, and so my partner taught it to me after lunch. because the dance room had a class in it, we were dancing in the hall. we also didn't have music. it was strange feeling. but now i know the routine for the waltz. the other routine we're doing is a swing/cha-cha medley. it's fun. i like dancing. i haven't performed ballroom for several years though, so we'll see how it goes. in fact, i haven't performed purely dancing for several years. anyhow...i'm brain dead for a little while.
Really awesome sidenote: i learned how to say flamingo in sign language! i'm happy :D
Footless:
ok, so i actually do have feet, i'm just not convinced that they're doing their job right. i have discovered anew talent: falling over spontaneously. not sure why. not sure how. it just happens. i'm sure it's very entertaining to watch because i've been told so. just thought i'd share.
:) good luck to you all in all your endeavors. live long and prosper.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
This is what school does to me sometimes:
FRIED BRAIN
not nearly as good as...
Fried Rice
or as good as...
ICECREAM
but i can't do anything about it, cuz i'm learning good stuff. it's worth it.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sometimes...it's one of those times when...
Sometimes it's one of those times when you need something from the store and it's 8:35 at night.
Sometimes it's one of those times when you agree to get stuff for others too while you're out.
Sometimes one of the things you needed is not at the store you go to first cuz they're out of it.
Sometimes the lines at walmart are so long that you don't get out of the store unitl 9:10.
Sometimes it's one of those times when all the other stores you would go to closed at 9.
Sometimes you think of a different store that would still be open, but you realize you don't actually know where it is.
Sometimes you're lucky enough to find it anyway.
Sometimes that store had what you needed.
Sometimes by the time you get home it's almost ten.
Sometimes you were planning to use that 8:35-9:00 time to study for your AP Calculus test the next day, but you couldn't.
Sometimes you forgot to start your laundry.
Sometimes you realize that it's no bueno to be up late the night before an AP test.
Sometimes you're frustrated enough, and then you realize you bought the wrong color of something, but you already opened it, so it's too late.
Sometimes you fall asleep with your light on because you were trying to finish some things up while waiting to change around your laundry.
Sometimes you wake up late the next morning.
Sometimes the feelings of frustration didn't go away while you were sleeping, and now you're in a hurry.
Sometimes you have an "early morning religion class" that suddenly makes everything dissapear.
Sometimes you go into your AP test feeling a lot better after that class.
Sometimes you wonder why you were so upset about such little things.
Sometimes you know that stress just does that.
Sometimes, you have to take a step back and laugh.
Sometimes you have to smile your way through.
Sometimes you have to wear bright colors, because that always helps.
Sometimes you tell the story....
And Sometimes it helps.
Sometimes you just hope that some people are actually reading your blog.
Sometimes you wonder if it's best if they missed this post.
Sometimes [insert something frustrating here], BUT it's going to be okay.
Sometimes life is just that way.
Sometimes it's one of those times when you agree to get stuff for others too while you're out.
Sometimes one of the things you needed is not at the store you go to first cuz they're out of it.
Sometimes the lines at walmart are so long that you don't get out of the store unitl 9:10.
Sometimes it's one of those times when all the other stores you would go to closed at 9.
Sometimes you think of a different store that would still be open, but you realize you don't actually know where it is.
Sometimes you're lucky enough to find it anyway.
Sometimes that store had what you needed.
Sometimes by the time you get home it's almost ten.
Sometimes you were planning to use that 8:35-9:00 time to study for your AP Calculus test the next day, but you couldn't.
Sometimes you forgot to start your laundry.
Sometimes you realize that it's no bueno to be up late the night before an AP test.
Sometimes you're frustrated enough, and then you realize you bought the wrong color of something, but you already opened it, so it's too late.
Sometimes you fall asleep with your light on because you were trying to finish some things up while waiting to change around your laundry.
Sometimes you wake up late the next morning.
Sometimes the feelings of frustration didn't go away while you were sleeping, and now you're in a hurry.
Sometimes you have an "early morning religion class" that suddenly makes everything dissapear.
Sometimes you go into your AP test feeling a lot better after that class.
Sometimes you wonder why you were so upset about such little things.
Sometimes you know that stress just does that.
Sometimes, you have to take a step back and laugh.
Sometimes you have to smile your way through.
Sometimes you have to wear bright colors, because that always helps.
Sometimes you tell the story....
And Sometimes it helps.
Sometimes you just hope that some people are actually reading your blog.
Sometimes you wonder if it's best if they missed this post.
Sometimes [insert something frustrating here], BUT it's going to be okay.
Sometimes life is just that way.
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