Tuesday, May 31, 2011
ABOUT THAT VIOLIN...
AFTER THAT VIOLIN REHEARSAL SOMEONE'S ANNOYED MOTHER CALLED MY VIOLIN TEACHER TO TELL HIM THAT I ONLY GOT TO GO THROUGH THE SONG ONE TIME, SO THE PIANIST SAID THAT I COULD GO BACK AT 5:30. SO I DID, AND I WENT THROUGH IT TWO MORE TIMES. I'M FEELING BETTER ABOUT IT, BUT... STILL... WISH ME LUCK. CAUSE I'LL STILL NEED IT.
PIANIST PRACTICE
TODAY I HAD PRACTICE WITH THE PIANIST FOR MY VIOLIN RECITAL, AND IT...
WELL, OKAY, WE BROUGHT THIS "ELDERLY" LADY TO LUNCH, AND FOR SOME REASON SHE WANTED TO COME SEE ME PRACTICE. BAD IDEA. BAAAAAAAAAAAD IDEA.
I GET IN THERE AND THE PERSON IN FRONT OF ME IS STILL PLAYING. BAD. HE WAS OLDER THAN ME AND IT WAS KIND OF... EEK.
BUT I GUESS I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT, CAUSE I DIDN'T DO SO GOOD, EITHER.
MY PIECE HAS THIS REALLY LONG ORCHESTRA/PIANO INDRODUCTION, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHEN TO COME IN. IT WOULD'VE BEEN REALLY NICE IF I'D HAD THOUGHT OF ASKING BEFORE SHE STARTED PLAYING. SO I HAD TO STOP HER AND ASK. THEN SHE MARKS ON MY PAPER AND STARTS OVER. I COME IN, AND ALL IS WELL UNTIL... I REALIZE THAT I DIDN'T SET ALL THE PAGES OUT. I HAVE THREE PAGES, AND I DIDN'T SPREAD THEM OUT, SO I ONLY SAW THE FIRST PAGE. SO I TOOK OUT THE SECOND PAGE REALLY FAST AND TRIPPED THE PIANIST UP. AS WE GET TO THE END OF THE SECOND PAGE, I'M REALLY WONDERING IF IT WOULD BE WORTH IT TO TAKE OUT THE THIRD PAGE, CAUSE I HAD THE WHOLE SONG MEMORIZED, ANYWAY.
SO I DIDN'T. I JUST WENT THE WHOLE THIRD PAGE OFF MY OWN MEMORY.
BUT... OKAY, I'D NEVER GONE THROUGH THE SONG WITH THE PIANO, AND IT REALLY MESSED ME UP, CAUSE IT'S A WHOLE OTHER THING GOING ON THERE AND I'M TRYING TO KEEP UP... IT JUST DIDN'T GO WELL. SO WHEN THIS KID (WHO'S A LOT BETTER THAN ME, BUT STARTED A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER) WALKS IN, I'M COMPLETELY... IT WASN'T GOOD. I GET HUMILIATED.
SO, YEP. NOW I'M REAAAAAAALLY NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THE RECITAL. WISH ME LUCK, CAUSE I'LL NEED IT.
WELL, OKAY, WE BROUGHT THIS "ELDERLY" LADY TO LUNCH, AND FOR SOME REASON SHE WANTED TO COME SEE ME PRACTICE. BAD IDEA. BAAAAAAAAAAAD IDEA.
I GET IN THERE AND THE PERSON IN FRONT OF ME IS STILL PLAYING. BAD. HE WAS OLDER THAN ME AND IT WAS KIND OF... EEK.
BUT I GUESS I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT, CAUSE I DIDN'T DO SO GOOD, EITHER.
MY PIECE HAS THIS REALLY LONG ORCHESTRA/PIANO INDRODUCTION, AND I DIDN'T KNOW WHEN TO COME IN. IT WOULD'VE BEEN REALLY NICE IF I'D HAD THOUGHT OF ASKING BEFORE SHE STARTED PLAYING. SO I HAD TO STOP HER AND ASK. THEN SHE MARKS ON MY PAPER AND STARTS OVER. I COME IN, AND ALL IS WELL UNTIL... I REALIZE THAT I DIDN'T SET ALL THE PAGES OUT. I HAVE THREE PAGES, AND I DIDN'T SPREAD THEM OUT, SO I ONLY SAW THE FIRST PAGE. SO I TOOK OUT THE SECOND PAGE REALLY FAST AND TRIPPED THE PIANIST UP. AS WE GET TO THE END OF THE SECOND PAGE, I'M REALLY WONDERING IF IT WOULD BE WORTH IT TO TAKE OUT THE THIRD PAGE, CAUSE I HAD THE WHOLE SONG MEMORIZED, ANYWAY.
SO I DIDN'T. I JUST WENT THE WHOLE THIRD PAGE OFF MY OWN MEMORY.
BUT... OKAY, I'D NEVER GONE THROUGH THE SONG WITH THE PIANO, AND IT REALLY MESSED ME UP, CAUSE IT'S A WHOLE OTHER THING GOING ON THERE AND I'M TRYING TO KEEP UP... IT JUST DIDN'T GO WELL. SO WHEN THIS KID (WHO'S A LOT BETTER THAN ME, BUT STARTED A COUPLE OF YEARS LATER) WALKS IN, I'M COMPLETELY... IT WASN'T GOOD. I GET HUMILIATED.
SO, YEP. NOW I'M REAAAAAAALLY NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO THE RECITAL. WISH ME LUCK, CAUSE I'LL NEED IT.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Ideas
My computer isn't letting me comment, for some reason, so...
yeah, we really need to do something together. Build-a-Bear would cost somewhere around $35 per bear/animal. And I don't really like the mall, so you guys could go without me...
Or... we could have an epic water gun fight randomly in the middle of a playground... Yeah, we should do that.
yeah, we really need to do something together. Build-a-Bear would cost somewhere around $35 per bear/animal. And I don't really like the mall, so you guys could go without me...
Or... we could have an epic water gun fight randomly in the middle of a playground... Yeah, we should do that.
ROBERT!!
Yesterday was proclaimed a day after my mom's dance school. The mayor signed this Proclamation and it's all pretty and shiny.
Anyway, we had a performance at the capitol, and Robert, our new yoyo teacher, performed. It was quite horrid. I wish he didn't do his new routine. He has a better one, but... he kinda failed yesterday.
But he drove three or so hours from his house to get there, and we took him and his mom to lunch at this Chinese restaurant. And he would NOT STOP TALKING!!!!!!
"Mom, do you know what I want? Huh? Guess? It's in this column. Seafood. Yeah, that column. It's in there somewhere. Do you know what it is? Guess what it is. It's what I always get, do you know what it is?"
"This one? Garlic shrimp?"
"Huh? Oh, no, but close. Still close. No, it's the one right under that one, do you see it?"
"..."
"Right under the garlic shrimp."
"...sea cucumber...?"
"no... WHAT!? No! That is NOT what's under the garlic shrimp! Sea cucumber! Ew, those things are wierd! They're like pickles, but alive!"
And then after we get our food, "Mom, is that what you ordered?"
"Yes."
"Nasty."
"It spicy."
"I like spicy."
"Like Mexican food."
"Mexican food isn't spicy! It's all... cheesy, and... beany..."
Somehow the conversation went to alligators.
"Alligators? Yeah, they bite! I mean, it starts with 'A,' like 'Angry,' you know?"
And when he was asked about his summer plans, "Teach yoyo lessons, go to summer classes..."
"Why do you have to go to summer classes?"
"Well, see, I failed all my classes during the school year... yeah, no, just kidding!"
The only bad thing was I got to my dance class party and hour and a half late. It was fun, though, the kid had this humongous stone-edged, leveled, landscaped pool with a whole outdoor kitchen/grill area with a TV. It was fun. :)
Anyway, we had a performance at the capitol, and Robert, our new yoyo teacher, performed. It was quite horrid. I wish he didn't do his new routine. He has a better one, but... he kinda failed yesterday.
But he drove three or so hours from his house to get there, and we took him and his mom to lunch at this Chinese restaurant. And he would NOT STOP TALKING!!!!!!
"Mom, do you know what I want? Huh? Guess? It's in this column. Seafood. Yeah, that column. It's in there somewhere. Do you know what it is? Guess what it is. It's what I always get, do you know what it is?"
"This one? Garlic shrimp?"
"Huh? Oh, no, but close. Still close. No, it's the one right under that one, do you see it?"
"..."
"Right under the garlic shrimp."
"...sea cucumber...?"
"no... WHAT!? No! That is NOT what's under the garlic shrimp! Sea cucumber! Ew, those things are wierd! They're like pickles, but alive!"
And then after we get our food, "Mom, is that what you ordered?"
"Yes."
"Nasty."
"It spicy."
"I like spicy."
"Like Mexican food."
"Mexican food isn't spicy! It's all... cheesy, and... beany..."
Somehow the conversation went to alligators.
"Alligators? Yeah, they bite! I mean, it starts with 'A,' like 'Angry,' you know?"
And when he was asked about his summer plans, "Teach yoyo lessons, go to summer classes..."
"Why do you have to go to summer classes?"
"Well, see, I failed all my classes during the school year... yeah, no, just kidding!"
The only bad thing was I got to my dance class party and hour and a half late. It was fun, though, the kid had this humongous stone-edged, leveled, landscaped pool with a whole outdoor kitchen/grill area with a TV. It was fun. :)
*angry*
SOMEONE ate a lot of my M&Ms (like... half the entire cone-thing) and is too scared to admit it.
SOMEONE.
They were sitting here at the computer desk, who I only share with ONE person.
Hmmm... I WONDER who it was.
SOMEONE, maybe, who's making excuses, but still denying it?
MAYBE SO.
SOMEONE.
They were sitting here at the computer desk, who I only share with ONE person.
Hmmm... I WONDER who it was.
SOMEONE, maybe, who's making excuses, but still denying it?
MAYBE SO.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
This was so amazing I'm not even going to attempt to name it.
Okay. Okay. Okay. *tries to calm down*
Jestar's already heard this story, so he knows why I'm so excited.
Let's start from the beginning.
One of my mom's dance classes went to perform the ribbon dance at the Long Center for some Asian American Cultural thing. So my friend Care (her sister danced) and I were just roaming around backstage while they were rehearsing. I realized that I absolutely LOVE everything backstage, especially when I'm running around barefoot, which I don't think I was supposed to do. But I did anyway. I just really like the feel of being BEHIND something that most people think they're a part of by just going and watching. I loved everything about it, seeing the stage empty, being the only one on it, being alone backstage, just... everything! This has got to be at least some part of my future.
So Care and I wandered down the stairs to the dressing room, all the while pretending to be secret agents. The setting was PERFECT, the perfect stairs, the perfect echoes, the perfect setting. After a couple of minutes in the dressing room the rest of the group came it and started to get ready. While they were doing that, I played Angry Birds for the first time on Care's phone.
Then we went back up for their performance. Backstage, I saw this guy name Charles Yang who plays the violin and is really famous (he goes to Juliard, America's most well known music school). I met him before at a violin shop, and he tested out my violin for me. Anyway, I saw him and didn't say anything cause he probably wouldn't have remembered me.
So Care and I watched the different performances from backstage. It featured this singing group from Mongolia who had really wierd mandolin/cello instruments. Let's just say... some of them shouldn't have been singing. Maybe their voices are considered good back in Mongolia, but... Two of them had really scratchy, ugly voices that... I don't know, no one could hold a straight face.
And I liked how after they came off, they were just... well, it just reminded me of how these people were actually people.
Like when Charles, great and famous, came off, he just kept his cool and was a person. Somehow it surprised me.
Our dancers did really well. After they performed we went downstairs again to get our stuff, then headed back up to watch.
We saw more of the Mongolian music (it was the closest to rock you could get from classical music) and the other Chinese dance group from Austin. That... That... No competition. When they were done we just sat there, raising our eyebrows. That was it? What's the point?
Then Charles (who, by the way, was dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a suit jacket, a little casual unless you don't notice it) came back onstage with the Mongolians and they played America the Beautiful. I'm guessing the Mongolians saw it differently, so it changed to a swing-typed style. It sounded really good.
After the performance we (as in the dance group) took a picture with Charles.
He said, "Yeah, Asians! Let's all say 'ASIANS!!'"
"ASIANS!!!!!"
*people staring at us as if we're crazy, then they recognize Charles and leave us alone to do as we like*
My mom wanted another picture, so she said, "Now say 'Charles!'"
Um... no. NO.
So Charles said, "CHARLES IS ASIAN!!!!!!!!!"
Then my mom reminded him that we met him at the violin shop, and he said, "Oh, yeah! Did you get that violin?"
And I say, "Yeah."
"Cool. Hey, want to play mine?"
"Uh..."
"Come on. Here." And he holds his violin out for me. And get this- this is no ordinary violin. This is a $200,000 violin, yep, two hundred THOUSAND bucks.
"Uh... you sure?"
"Yeah. Here. Just play something. Play a scale. Go, scales!" And he hands me this violin!
"Whoa... okay." I play a scale, and this thing. Is. AMAZING. I mean, it has the perfect, round tone with, still, a strong feel. I just thought the bow was a little to flexible, for my tastes. And his shoulder's different from mine (obviously) so his shoulder rest (which was actually three skinny red sponges tied to the violin with a rubber band) was a little off and too much in the middle. But after the scale I LOVED the thing.
"Play some more. Play a piece."
So I start of with Concerto IV, de Beriot. And this thing, once again, is ABSOLUTELY EPIC. It's the best violin I've played, no doubt.
I'm just standing there, playing Charles Yang's two hundred thousand dollar violin on the stage of the Long Center. Once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean... do you know how big this is? No, you don't. Okay, then I'll just tell you, this is a BIG DEAL. I can't even believe he let me do that!
I think a little crowd formed behind me, but I don't know, cause I was facing the back. And the thing was, I wasn't even nervous. He even joked that I would be his carry-on back to Juliard and he said, "Hey, someday we'll have to play together." I played the first two pages of the song from memory, but my mom made me stop.
Truth is, I didn't really want to hand the violin back, but it was his, so... yeah.
That was amazing.
I'll never forget that, never in my life.
Jestar's already heard this story, so he knows why I'm so excited.
Let's start from the beginning.
One of my mom's dance classes went to perform the ribbon dance at the Long Center for some Asian American Cultural thing. So my friend Care (her sister danced) and I were just roaming around backstage while they were rehearsing. I realized that I absolutely LOVE everything backstage, especially when I'm running around barefoot, which I don't think I was supposed to do. But I did anyway. I just really like the feel of being BEHIND something that most people think they're a part of by just going and watching. I loved everything about it, seeing the stage empty, being the only one on it, being alone backstage, just... everything! This has got to be at least some part of my future.
So Care and I wandered down the stairs to the dressing room, all the while pretending to be secret agents. The setting was PERFECT, the perfect stairs, the perfect echoes, the perfect setting. After a couple of minutes in the dressing room the rest of the group came it and started to get ready. While they were doing that, I played Angry Birds for the first time on Care's phone.
Then we went back up for their performance. Backstage, I saw this guy name Charles Yang who plays the violin and is really famous (he goes to Juliard, America's most well known music school). I met him before at a violin shop, and he tested out my violin for me. Anyway, I saw him and didn't say anything cause he probably wouldn't have remembered me.
So Care and I watched the different performances from backstage. It featured this singing group from Mongolia who had really wierd mandolin/cello instruments. Let's just say... some of them shouldn't have been singing. Maybe their voices are considered good back in Mongolia, but... Two of them had really scratchy, ugly voices that... I don't know, no one could hold a straight face.
And I liked how after they came off, they were just... well, it just reminded me of how these people were actually people.
Like when Charles, great and famous, came off, he just kept his cool and was a person. Somehow it surprised me.
Our dancers did really well. After they performed we went downstairs again to get our stuff, then headed back up to watch.
We saw more of the Mongolian music (it was the closest to rock you could get from classical music) and the other Chinese dance group from Austin. That... That... No competition. When they were done we just sat there, raising our eyebrows. That was it? What's the point?
Then Charles (who, by the way, was dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a suit jacket, a little casual unless you don't notice it) came back onstage with the Mongolians and they played America the Beautiful. I'm guessing the Mongolians saw it differently, so it changed to a swing-typed style. It sounded really good.
After the performance we (as in the dance group) took a picture with Charles.
He said, "Yeah, Asians! Let's all say 'ASIANS!!'"
"ASIANS!!!!!"
*people staring at us as if we're crazy, then they recognize Charles and leave us alone to do as we like*
My mom wanted another picture, so she said, "Now say 'Charles!'"
Um... no. NO.
So Charles said, "CHARLES IS ASIAN!!!!!!!!!"
Then my mom reminded him that we met him at the violin shop, and he said, "Oh, yeah! Did you get that violin?"
And I say, "Yeah."
"Cool. Hey, want to play mine?"
"Uh..."
"Come on. Here." And he holds his violin out for me. And get this- this is no ordinary violin. This is a $200,000 violin, yep, two hundred THOUSAND bucks.
"Uh... you sure?"
"Yeah. Here. Just play something. Play a scale. Go, scales!" And he hands me this violin!
"Whoa... okay." I play a scale, and this thing. Is. AMAZING. I mean, it has the perfect, round tone with, still, a strong feel. I just thought the bow was a little to flexible, for my tastes. And his shoulder's different from mine (obviously) so his shoulder rest (which was actually three skinny red sponges tied to the violin with a rubber band) was a little off and too much in the middle. But after the scale I LOVED the thing.
"Play some more. Play a piece."
So I start of with Concerto IV, de Beriot. And this thing, once again, is ABSOLUTELY EPIC. It's the best violin I've played, no doubt.
I'm just standing there, playing Charles Yang's two hundred thousand dollar violin on the stage of the Long Center. Once in a lifetime opportunity. I mean... do you know how big this is? No, you don't. Okay, then I'll just tell you, this is a BIG DEAL. I can't even believe he let me do that!
I think a little crowd formed behind me, but I don't know, cause I was facing the back. And the thing was, I wasn't even nervous. He even joked that I would be his carry-on back to Juliard and he said, "Hey, someday we'll have to play together." I played the first two pages of the song from memory, but my mom made me stop.
Truth is, I didn't really want to hand the violin back, but it was his, so... yeah.
That was amazing.
I'll never forget that, never in my life.
Friday, May 27, 2011
Bored... Board... Boreeeeeeeeed.
Tis summer.
I am bored.
No one else around is out of school until this afternoon.
Then tomorrow's a regular busy Saturday.
The last regular busy Saturday.
And then I will get used to it NOT being busy, then when school comes back I will be overwhelmed with the business.
But anyway.
I am bored.
Tis summer.
I am bored.
No one else around is out of school until this afternoon.
Then tomorrow's a regular busy Saturday.
The last regular busy Saturday.
And then I will get used to it NOT being busy, then when school comes back I will be overwhelmed with the business.
But anyway.
I am bored.
Tis summer.
Lookey the Posts!
I'm up to 427 posts on this blog.
And look how much I posted in May.
I loves my blog. :D
And look how much I posted in May.
I loves my blog. :D
Sophie's Stories!!
Sophie's Stories is up and running again!
I posted a new duet I wrote called 'Dear God.' Go read it!
I posted a new duet I wrote called 'Dear God.' Go read it!
Ruined Plans!
I WAS going to send Burkhart a random letter saying "YOU LOOK LIKE SCOTTY MCCREERY!!!!!" with pictures of Scotty, but RenWeb doesn't have is address. :( My plans for the first day of summer are ruined!
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Bear Wit and Lit
So the new annual Bear Wit and Lit magazine came out. I have six whole pages in it, which Captain beat by about... ten or so lines.
It's a lot better looking than last year's. It's actually full-sized paper.
But the thing is, they named my work for me. The poem I named 'Fantasy' they named 'Paintbrush,' what I named 'The Power of Music' they named 'Heart's Love,' and 'The Power Within' they named (get ready, this is the WORST)-- Prologue and Epilogue. Why? Possibly because I had a prologue to it, and an epilogue to it. Does that mean that's what it should've been called? NO!!!!! What PERSON would name a story 'Prologue and Epilogue'??
I guess I should've actually typed the title out, cause the title was the name of the document. But oh, well, it's like that now, and I can't explain myself anymore.
*sighs* Although it's still kinda funny...
It's a lot better looking than last year's. It's actually full-sized paper.
But the thing is, they named my work for me. The poem I named 'Fantasy' they named 'Paintbrush,' what I named 'The Power of Music' they named 'Heart's Love,' and 'The Power Within' they named (get ready, this is the WORST)-- Prologue and Epilogue. Why? Possibly because I had a prologue to it, and an epilogue to it. Does that mean that's what it should've been called? NO!!!!! What PERSON would name a story 'Prologue and Epilogue'??
I guess I should've actually typed the title out, cause the title was the name of the document. But oh, well, it's like that now, and I can't explain myself anymore.
*sighs* Although it's still kinda funny...
PARTY!!
The class party was AMAZING! I bet it was better than you guys's.
First, it was a whole less expensive.
So we get there and it's this raft. This run-down dirty, burnt orange 'boat.' It was a lot bigger once you actually got on it, but I was disappointed. But it was two-story, which is really important to know.
Whenever everyone got there, the boat took off. Or, well, started moving. Very slowly. Very, VERY slowly. And it didn't speed up. When we finally got to an island, then tied the boat to a rock and opened the gates to let us out.
Three ways you could have gotten in the water-
- Gate/ladder where you could just easily go down into water you could touch with your feet.
- Waterslide from the second story which was a really steep curve and ended about a meter above the water.
- Also on the second story, just this gate that opened where you jump off the edge of the boat (we're talking about... 10? 12? feet up) and just free fall down into the water below.
I went on the waterslide first (which I admit was actually scary, and coming from me, that says a lot) and then I decided to do the 'jump.'
What was I thinking?
I wait in line (cause, of course, everyone wants to do this first) and when it's my turn I take my run and I get to the edge. THEN I see how high it actually is. Which is really really high, considering the fact that the water below is... who knows how deep.) I have no time to rethink this through. I jump--
and fall.
and fall.
and fall.
The freefall feeling hits my stomach really hard and I yell, "WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO??" and after more freefall, I hit the water. It splashes over me and shoves me down, then my lifejacket floats me back up.
I don't know what I was feeling. I think I was thinking, "Wow. Did I REALLY just do that? THAT WAS AMAZING!! Oh, here comes Hale!"
So I watched her, thinking, "She's not gonna like this." She fall, falls, SCREAMS, falls, falls... SPLASH. Comes back up... YES! She's alive!
"Wasn't that AWESOME, Hale?"
"Yeah!"
"THAT WAS WICKED!!"
So I kept yelling "THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!!" all the way back to the ladder thing. I get back up, and, guess what? do it again.
Then I get the idea to go down the waterslide- headfirst.
Which no one did before.
I mean, these eight-grade guys are screaming, even going the right way.
So I get there, and Mike's just watching. Hale's behind me and I lay down... stalling... Hale's the only one in line behind me... gives me more time to stall... Uh-oh. The water's pushing me down. The slides's so steep that even at the top, I couldn't see the next part going down. The water nudges me forward even more... By now I'm gripping the sides, really regretting even trying it... Mike's just sitting there, laughing at me... And then boom, I just let myself go.
SCREAM!!!!!!
SPLASH.
"THAT! WAS SO! MUCH! FUN!!!"
And it felt good that I was the only one who dared to do it.
Well... That's stretching it. I was the first one to think up sliding that way. But by the time we left a lot of guys were doing it that way, too. They were also developing new ways to jump off the boat.
Speaking of which, I really wanted to go backwards off of.
But I though about it, meaning that my brain starts saying, "No, too crazy, don't." Seriously, though, even the 'Barbies' went off that way.
So I stalled and asked other people how it felt going down backwards... then I got to the edge... Held onto the sides... waited... looked down... AUGH! no.
More stalling. More. More. Then, finally, with more people cheering me on, I inched my way to the edge... I have to do this. I didn't let myself think.
Then I jumped.
NO! Dreaded freefall feel... WOOSH, I saw the bottom deck go past before I splashed into the water.
After the next couple of times I jumped (regularly, cause I figured backwards wasn't worth the anxiety before it) I just swam in the water with Syd and Ty. Then more sliding and jumping...
Then they made everyone come back up for a 'tour of the lake.' It was supposed to last thirty minutes, but it lasted about forty-five, and we didn't really get anywhere, considering the fact that the boat went super slow. Plus the captain was steering with his feet, so that didn't make it any better.
I just sat at the back and read the new Bear Wit and Lit. I liked it. Captain's story is... I bet it was a dream he had. The "Rue's Butterfly" one by Ash was really... It was like something I would've written. It was nice there. Just me at the back, listening to the motor run, with my barefoot feet almost touching the water, reading literature from our school. Then, before I knew it, we were docked again.
This was the time when it started hitting us that our time was almost over.
By the way, Syd's leaving to go to The School of Hiding, our basketball rivals, so everyone was crowded around her, hugging her and crying. Then they moved to me, and... I tried not to cry, but there comes a point where it gets you that these people who really care about you are going to be gone almost entirely from your life. Wow, I'm even almost crying typing this. I'm too emotional. My violin teacher tells me that. Anyway, it was kinda hard when Grizzly was crying her eyes out and hugging me... Same with Nikki, except I think she knew that I'd keep in touch with her.
And then we kinda just left. I went back with Hale... And her little brother was in the car.
"I'm forsty." (Translation- "I'm thirsty.")
"Okay, then we'll get something to drink."
"I'm forsty."
"Okay, we'll get something."
"Can I get a large?"
"I don't think you can drink that much."
"I want a large."
*rolls up to McDonald's*
"What do you want?"
"A large."
"No, what drink?"
"Large."
*facepalm*
"What DRINK?"
"Water."
*orders, he gets his drink*
"I think this is Diet Coke."
"Um... I'm pretty sure it's not. Check the color."
*opens cap, looks and sees the CLEAR liquid*
"Oh."
And that was the end of our AMAZING journey to the lake for our class party.
You know, now that I think back on it, I think that jumping off the boat was a little more thrilling than most roller coasters I've been on. All except two- Kumba and Montu.
First, it was a whole less expensive.
So we get there and it's this raft. This run-down dirty, burnt orange 'boat.' It was a lot bigger once you actually got on it, but I was disappointed. But it was two-story, which is really important to know.
Whenever everyone got there, the boat took off. Or, well, started moving. Very slowly. Very, VERY slowly. And it didn't speed up. When we finally got to an island, then tied the boat to a rock and opened the gates to let us out.
Three ways you could have gotten in the water-
- Gate/ladder where you could just easily go down into water you could touch with your feet.
- Waterslide from the second story which was a really steep curve and ended about a meter above the water.
- Also on the second story, just this gate that opened where you jump off the edge of the boat (we're talking about... 10? 12? feet up) and just free fall down into the water below.
I went on the waterslide first (which I admit was actually scary, and coming from me, that says a lot) and then I decided to do the 'jump.'
What was I thinking?
I wait in line (cause, of course, everyone wants to do this first) and when it's my turn I take my run and I get to the edge. THEN I see how high it actually is. Which is really really high, considering the fact that the water below is... who knows how deep.) I have no time to rethink this through. I jump--
and fall.
and fall.
and fall.
The freefall feeling hits my stomach really hard and I yell, "WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO??" and after more freefall, I hit the water. It splashes over me and shoves me down, then my lifejacket floats me back up.
I don't know what I was feeling. I think I was thinking, "Wow. Did I REALLY just do that? THAT WAS AMAZING!! Oh, here comes Hale!"
So I watched her, thinking, "She's not gonna like this." She fall, falls, SCREAMS, falls, falls... SPLASH. Comes back up... YES! She's alive!
"Wasn't that AWESOME, Hale?"
"Yeah!"
"THAT WAS WICKED!!"
So I kept yelling "THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN!!!!!" all the way back to the ladder thing. I get back up, and, guess what? do it again.
Then I get the idea to go down the waterslide- headfirst.
Which no one did before.
I mean, these eight-grade guys are screaming, even going the right way.
So I get there, and Mike's just watching. Hale's behind me and I lay down... stalling... Hale's the only one in line behind me... gives me more time to stall... Uh-oh. The water's pushing me down. The slides's so steep that even at the top, I couldn't see the next part going down. The water nudges me forward even more... By now I'm gripping the sides, really regretting even trying it... Mike's just sitting there, laughing at me... And then boom, I just let myself go.
SCREAM!!!!!!
SPLASH.
"THAT! WAS SO! MUCH! FUN!!!"
And it felt good that I was the only one who dared to do it.
Well... That's stretching it. I was the first one to think up sliding that way. But by the time we left a lot of guys were doing it that way, too. They were also developing new ways to jump off the boat.
Speaking of which, I really wanted to go backwards off of.
But I though about it, meaning that my brain starts saying, "No, too crazy, don't." Seriously, though, even the 'Barbies' went off that way.
So I stalled and asked other people how it felt going down backwards... then I got to the edge... Held onto the sides... waited... looked down... AUGH! no.
More stalling. More. More. Then, finally, with more people cheering me on, I inched my way to the edge... I have to do this. I didn't let myself think.
Then I jumped.
NO! Dreaded freefall feel... WOOSH, I saw the bottom deck go past before I splashed into the water.
After the next couple of times I jumped (regularly, cause I figured backwards wasn't worth the anxiety before it) I just swam in the water with Syd and Ty. Then more sliding and jumping...
Then they made everyone come back up for a 'tour of the lake.' It was supposed to last thirty minutes, but it lasted about forty-five, and we didn't really get anywhere, considering the fact that the boat went super slow. Plus the captain was steering with his feet, so that didn't make it any better.
I just sat at the back and read the new Bear Wit and Lit. I liked it. Captain's story is... I bet it was a dream he had. The "Rue's Butterfly" one by Ash was really... It was like something I would've written. It was nice there. Just me at the back, listening to the motor run, with my barefoot feet almost touching the water, reading literature from our school. Then, before I knew it, we were docked again.
This was the time when it started hitting us that our time was almost over.
By the way, Syd's leaving to go to The School of Hiding, our basketball rivals, so everyone was crowded around her, hugging her and crying. Then they moved to me, and... I tried not to cry, but there comes a point where it gets you that these people who really care about you are going to be gone almost entirely from your life. Wow, I'm even almost crying typing this. I'm too emotional. My violin teacher tells me that. Anyway, it was kinda hard when Grizzly was crying her eyes out and hugging me... Same with Nikki, except I think she knew that I'd keep in touch with her.
And then we kinda just left. I went back with Hale... And her little brother was in the car.
"I'm forsty." (Translation- "I'm thirsty.")
"Okay, then we'll get something to drink."
"I'm forsty."
"Okay, we'll get something."
"Can I get a large?"
"I don't think you can drink that much."
"I want a large."
*rolls up to McDonald's*
"What do you want?"
"A large."
"No, what drink?"
"Large."
*facepalm*
"What DRINK?"
"Water."
*orders, he gets his drink*
"I think this is Diet Coke."
"Um... I'm pretty sure it's not. Check the color."
*opens cap, looks and sees the CLEAR liquid*
"Oh."
And that was the end of our AMAZING journey to the lake for our class party.
You know, now that I think back on it, I think that jumping off the boat was a little more thrilling than most roller coasters I've been on. All except two- Kumba and Montu.
Graduation
SO MUCH I WANT TO SAY!!!!!!!!!
Okay. Um...
1. Graduation was today. We met in the Library and stayed there for about forty-five minutes. Nikki and I watched the Captain play StarCraft. It looks boring.
2. We go wait in the chapel. Then we line up and go out. I liked my dress. (Just saying.)
3. Sit and wait. Watch the fifth and sixth grade graduate. Listen to Scotty McCreery make a speech. (What I really regret is not taking a picture with him and telling people that I met Scotty... I need to do that, except I don't know when I would!! Maybe I can go with Grizzly to church... But I have to, cause they're, like, TWINS!)
4. Eight grade is graduating... and my row didn't stand up. I was the first in the row, so when they suddenly called my name I had to literally PUSH Mrs. Nest out of the way and go up, get diploma, smile, go back down.
5. It ends. Summer starts. No more Woods of Brent. I've been there for 10 years. But somehow it kinda makes me feel better that Bretz has been there for 10 years, too. It reminds me that I'm not the only one leaving after a long time.
6. Reception. If you can even call it a reception. It was mainly my parents taking pictures of me, them, friends, etc for about twenty minutes. And we had humongo pictures of our class, so we had everyone sign them... We had to go really fast so I just abandoned my cake and RAN to the car to leave for the party. Which is on another post.
It just feels so wierd that I'm no longer a Woods of Brent student, which I've been ever since my second year of preschool...
Okay. Um...
1. Graduation was today. We met in the Library and stayed there for about forty-five minutes. Nikki and I watched the Captain play StarCraft. It looks boring.
2. We go wait in the chapel. Then we line up and go out. I liked my dress. (Just saying.)
3. Sit and wait. Watch the fifth and sixth grade graduate. Listen to Scotty McCreery make a speech. (What I really regret is not taking a picture with him and telling people that I met Scotty... I need to do that, except I don't know when I would!! Maybe I can go with Grizzly to church... But I have to, cause they're, like, TWINS!)
4. Eight grade is graduating... and my row didn't stand up. I was the first in the row, so when they suddenly called my name I had to literally PUSH Mrs. Nest out of the way and go up, get diploma, smile, go back down.
5. It ends. Summer starts. No more Woods of Brent. I've been there for 10 years. But somehow it kinda makes me feel better that Bretz has been there for 10 years, too. It reminds me that I'm not the only one leaving after a long time.
6. Reception. If you can even call it a reception. It was mainly my parents taking pictures of me, them, friends, etc for about twenty minutes. And we had humongo pictures of our class, so we had everyone sign them... We had to go really fast so I just abandoned my cake and RAN to the car to leave for the party. Which is on another post.
It just feels so wierd that I'm no longer a Woods of Brent student, which I've been ever since my second year of preschool...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The Last Post About Finals
You're probably all tired of hearing about finals, so let's make this short.
IPC Final- 31 pages long.
Algebra I- Well... it's was multiple choice so basically I just guessed and plugged in the answers to check it. Easy.
Bible- Easy.
IPC Final- 31 pages long.
Algebra I- Well... it's was multiple choice so basically I just guessed and plugged in the answers to check it. Easy.
Bible- Easy.
Mr. Grass!!
I'm in Mr. Grass's room right now, after finals.
Last post from school!
We're voting on horse designs on Nikki's Howrse account. Yep.
Last post from school!
We're voting on horse designs on Nikki's Howrse account. Yep.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
PLEASE
PLEASE SOMEONE EMAIL ME MOLLYPOP OR CAPTAIN'S EMAIL ADDRESS PLEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have their little brother's but that doesn't help too much...
I have their little brother's but that doesn't help too much...
English Finals
Today we had our English and American History finals.
English. Let's say that the test was 17 pages long, consisting of two Scantrons, about twenty essay questions, and and illustration. Let me explain better. There was about 135 or so multiple choice, and we had to write a paragraph to answer essay questions. Which I actually put thought into. I left the top and bottom lines blank, but wrote on every single line between, ranging from four to about ten. Then we had to draw a picture of what The Hiding Place meant to us. I just drew a cross on a hill and colored it really fast. It's a horrible showcase of artistic talent. The moment I realized I hadn't filled in the Scantron, the bell rang. I filled in about twenty really quickly, then told Mrs. John I hadn't finished.
"Well, then, what did you take the time on?"
"There were a lot of essay questions."
"The real question is, how long did you take to do your picture?"
"Less than three minutes."
"Let me see."
She took it and said, "Oh. Then I'll talk to her about it."
Luckily I got to finish it at the end of the day.
English. Let's say that the test was 17 pages long, consisting of two Scantrons, about twenty essay questions, and and illustration. Let me explain better. There was about 135 or so multiple choice, and we had to write a paragraph to answer essay questions. Which I actually put thought into. I left the top and bottom lines blank, but wrote on every single line between, ranging from four to about ten. Then we had to draw a picture of what The Hiding Place meant to us. I just drew a cross on a hill and colored it really fast. It's a horrible showcase of artistic talent. The moment I realized I hadn't filled in the Scantron, the bell rang. I filled in about twenty really quickly, then told Mrs. John I hadn't finished.
"Well, then, what did you take the time on?"
"There were a lot of essay questions."
"The real question is, how long did you take to do your picture?"
"Less than three minutes."
"Let me see."
She took it and said, "Oh. Then I'll talk to her about it."
Luckily I got to finish it at the end of the day.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Mideival Sword-fighting
Search 35 Sampsonia way Pittsburgh Pennsylvania on Google maps, then go to street view. Turn left.
Some people never grow up, do they?
Some people never grow up, do they?
The Last Random Act of Annasophie!
Today was my last day of school at the Woods of Brent, so I was a little... excited. Not happy, just excited. Plus I'd already had quite a bit of sugar.
In Art we had snacks, and I raised my hand to fill a bowl up with ice even before Mrs. More asked someone to. So I went with Lewie.
There we were, walking down to the cafeteria, when she spots Gardener, who is apparently one of her good friends. And who is a senior, by the way. So Gardener is there, walking across the street and talking to Bretz, when Lewie yells, "Hi, Gardener!".
And just for fun, I yell, "Hey, Bretz!"
Then a genius idea strikes my Annasophie mind.
"Lewie, do you want to go give them a hug?"
"Um... why?"
"Just do this with me. It's my last day."
"Okay."
We begin running.
"Lewie, don't bail out on me. You'll do this, right? You're not going to bail out on me."
So we get there and I hug Gardener and say, "Random person I don't even know, I love you!" (I don't really. I lied.)
And while Lewie was having her turn hugging Gardener I hugged Bretz. "You're amazing, too!"
Lewie and I started to walk away (me and the big pumpkin bowl) and I saw that Gardener and Bretz were just kind of staring back.
Gardener- "Aw, you're so sweet! What's your name?"
"Annasophie. It's my last day at the Woods of Brent and I've been here for ten years, so I wanted to do something crazy."
Bretz- "Ten years? Me, too! I've been here for ten years, too!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, and I'm, like, just about to leave, too!"
"Whoa, that's so cool!"
"Yeah! Isn't this day just great?"
"I know, right?"
And then Lewie and I are off again and we go get ice.
That was my last Random Act of Annasophie at the Woods of Brent... But it was a good one!!
In Art we had snacks, and I raised my hand to fill a bowl up with ice even before Mrs. More asked someone to. So I went with Lewie.
There we were, walking down to the cafeteria, when she spots Gardener, who is apparently one of her good friends. And who is a senior, by the way. So Gardener is there, walking across the street and talking to Bretz, when Lewie yells, "Hi, Gardener!".
And just for fun, I yell, "Hey, Bretz!"
Then a genius idea strikes my Annasophie mind.
"Lewie, do you want to go give them a hug?"
"Um... why?"
"Just do this with me. It's my last day."
"Okay."
We begin running.
"Lewie, don't bail out on me. You'll do this, right? You're not going to bail out on me."
So we get there and I hug Gardener and say, "Random person I don't even know, I love you!" (I don't really. I lied.)
And while Lewie was having her turn hugging Gardener I hugged Bretz. "You're amazing, too!"
Lewie and I started to walk away (me and the big pumpkin bowl) and I saw that Gardener and Bretz were just kind of staring back.
Gardener- "Aw, you're so sweet! What's your name?"
"Annasophie. It's my last day at the Woods of Brent and I've been here for ten years, so I wanted to do something crazy."
Bretz- "Ten years? Me, too! I've been here for ten years, too!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, and I'm, like, just about to leave, too!"
"Whoa, that's so cool!"
"Yeah! Isn't this day just great?"
"I know, right?"
And then Lewie and I are off again and we go get ice.
That was my last Random Act of Annasophie at the Woods of Brent... But it was a good one!!
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Baccalaureate
Today we had an NJHS service project, bacially to hand out bulletins at the Baccalaureate. But the guests just picked them up by themselves, so we didn't really do anything. I sat and read the bulletin while... whenever. And I found some pretty crazy middle names. Here it goes-
-Justus
-Holden
-Rubio
-Earl
-Benedict
-Roel
-Delbert
-Justus
-Holden
-Rubio
-Earl
-Benedict
-Roel
-Delbert
Clarifying
This font I use on my posts make exclamation points look like lowercase "L"s.
Can you tell which ones are lowercase "L"s, capital "I"s, ones, and exclamation points??
lI!1!l!II!I!l1IlI!1Il!1I!l!I
Can you tell which ones are lowercase "L"s, capital "I"s, ones, and exclamation points??
lI!1!l!II!I!l1IlI!1Il!1I!l!I
Sound of MUZAK
YES I am sooooooo happy cause it turns out that I CAN actually play violin for the Sound of Music!!
I thought I couldn't cause the rehearsals are during lunch and I wouldn't be at the school anymore, but Plard told me I could come in the practices/dress rehearsals out of the school time.
The only down side of it is that a new girl is going to be playing first violin. Apparently she's really good. But maybe I'm better. I'll just practice really hard this summer and hopefully I'll be better than her. Does that sound selfish? I don't think it is. If I just hoped I was better than her and didn't do anything about it, it would be. But if I try, it'll be called competition.
But first and second violin isn't too much of a difference.
I'M SO HAPPY, THOUGH!!
I thought I couldn't cause the rehearsals are during lunch and I wouldn't be at the school anymore, but Plard told me I could come in the practices/dress rehearsals out of the school time.
The only down side of it is that a new girl is going to be playing first violin. Apparently she's really good. But maybe I'm better. I'll just practice really hard this summer and hopefully I'll be better than her. Does that sound selfish? I don't think it is. If I just hoped I was better than her and didn't do anything about it, it would be. But if I try, it'll be called competition.
But first and second violin isn't too much of a difference.
I'M SO HAPPY, THOUGH!!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Schlitterbahn!
Today. Today I went to Schlitterbahn for a band contest with high school band. The contest itself was at a high school.
Once we got there Plard told us to put together our instruments, but don't make a sound.
The whole contest was running late, so we were just sitting there. Well, everyone else was sitting except for Nikki, Chris, BoyMollypop, and I. Okay, I think that BoyMollypop deserves his own name now. Um... Scott. SCOTT!!!!! Um... wait, no, that's the used-to-be Skandar... OH, YEAH! His part in the musical... um... the dad-guy of the kids in the Sound of Music... Captain. Yeah, Captiain. So, anyway, Chris, Nikki, Captain, and I were having a random and entertaining conversation. Mainly about different schools and our opinions on them. Which sounds boring, but it wasn't. After finding out that I went to marching band camp, Captain randomly yelled "SET" at me. None of you excpet Jestar would get that. But it was funny. And I didn't, by the way. I would've gotten too many stares.
Hmm... it was also amusing to watch Nikki teach Captain how to hold a trombone and watch him at an attempt to pretend to play it.
"Hmm... um, how do you unlock the slide? Oh, there... How do you hold this? Okay... Haha, look..." *slides slide back and forth* "This is fun." *slides slide clear off the trombone* "oops." *Nikki and I crack up* "How do you put this back?" *hastily rams the slide to the trombone* "Oh, no, that's backwards. It goes this way. I am sorry. I never did that."
Anyway, fast forward about fifteen minutes and we are practicing in the practice room.
Another fifteen minutes, we're on stage.
We bombed it. I don't think Plard still should've let Jeff play the duet with Polly, cause it's the same notes and Jeff doesn't even know the music. And Jack failed. Afterwards I told him, "You better go run, Plard's going to be so mad at you."
We get to Schlitterbahn and... Nikki wants to 'hang out' with Plard, so him, Nikki, about five more high school boys, and I went to wait in line on the tram to get to the other section of the park. We waited for about thirty minutes. Finally we got on and met up with Polly, Clark, Coal, and Captain.
Our first stop was the river thing with innertubes. I haven't swum in about a year, so I forgot how good water feels. Then Nikki and I went on a two-person waterslide, which was fun. The back to the river. Where I find who else, but my cousin, Acer.
After a couple of hours we went back to the other part of Schlitterbahn. Nikki and I went with Mr. Clark and we went on water stuff... but there was this AWESOME one where it was a river and it would randomly send you down steep hills... and the second time the lifeguard PURPOSEFULLY spun me around so that I went down the two biggest hills BACKWARDS.
"What? Backwards? BACKWARDS??"
*I'm already halfway down the first hill, the lifeguard is enjoying the terror he put me through*
We went on that three times.
Mr. Clark is so much like Tyler. For instance, he attempted throwing an innertube over a tree branch.
The band didn't win anything. Or course. I didn't expect us to.
Everyone was tired on the way home. Scar-bro was so desperate for rest he completely slumped over his chair in a horizontal position on the equipment. That was no doubt the most uncomfortable position I've ever seen. It was hilarious.
So by the time we got back everyone was tired and Plard was grumpy. Yep. Fun stuff.
Once we got there Plard told us to put together our instruments, but don't make a sound.
The whole contest was running late, so we were just sitting there. Well, everyone else was sitting except for Nikki, Chris, BoyMollypop, and I. Okay, I think that BoyMollypop deserves his own name now. Um... Scott. SCOTT!!!!! Um... wait, no, that's the used-to-be Skandar... OH, YEAH! His part in the musical... um... the dad-guy of the kids in the Sound of Music... Captain. Yeah, Captiain. So, anyway, Chris, Nikki, Captain, and I were having a random and entertaining conversation. Mainly about different schools and our opinions on them. Which sounds boring, but it wasn't. After finding out that I went to marching band camp, Captain randomly yelled "SET" at me. None of you excpet Jestar would get that. But it was funny. And I didn't, by the way. I would've gotten too many stares.
Hmm... it was also amusing to watch Nikki teach Captain how to hold a trombone and watch him at an attempt to pretend to play it.
"Hmm... um, how do you unlock the slide? Oh, there... How do you hold this? Okay... Haha, look..." *slides slide back and forth* "This is fun." *slides slide clear off the trombone* "oops." *Nikki and I crack up* "How do you put this back?" *hastily rams the slide to the trombone* "Oh, no, that's backwards. It goes this way. I am sorry. I never did that."
Anyway, fast forward about fifteen minutes and we are practicing in the practice room.
Another fifteen minutes, we're on stage.
We bombed it. I don't think Plard still should've let Jeff play the duet with Polly, cause it's the same notes and Jeff doesn't even know the music. And Jack failed. Afterwards I told him, "You better go run, Plard's going to be so mad at you."
We get to Schlitterbahn and... Nikki wants to 'hang out' with Plard, so him, Nikki, about five more high school boys, and I went to wait in line on the tram to get to the other section of the park. We waited for about thirty minutes. Finally we got on and met up with Polly, Clark, Coal, and Captain.
Our first stop was the river thing with innertubes. I haven't swum in about a year, so I forgot how good water feels. Then Nikki and I went on a two-person waterslide, which was fun. The back to the river. Where I find who else, but my cousin, Acer.
After a couple of hours we went back to the other part of Schlitterbahn. Nikki and I went with Mr. Clark and we went on water stuff... but there was this AWESOME one where it was a river and it would randomly send you down steep hills... and the second time the lifeguard PURPOSEFULLY spun me around so that I went down the two biggest hills BACKWARDS.
"What? Backwards? BACKWARDS??"
*I'm already halfway down the first hill, the lifeguard is enjoying the terror he put me through*
We went on that three times.
Mr. Clark is so much like Tyler. For instance, he attempted throwing an innertube over a tree branch.
The band didn't win anything. Or course. I didn't expect us to.
Everyone was tired on the way home. Scar-bro was so desperate for rest he completely slumped over his chair in a horizontal position on the equipment. That was no doubt the most uncomfortable position I've ever seen. It was hilarious.
So by the time we got back everyone was tired and Plard was grumpy. Yep. Fun stuff.
Friday, May 20, 2011
EXTRA! EXTRA!
Today I finally got to pick up my newspaper before seventh period, but Mr. Grass said, "Wait, why do you get to get the first paper? Just an ordinary eigth grader... Someone else should be worthy of it!"
"Okay, then I'll just wait here till someone gets one."
L-Hollers came to my rescue and took one, so then I got the second one.
Once I got to Mrs. Tail's room she wanted a paper, too. So back I went to Mr. Grass.
He looked at me wierd and I explained that I was filling an order. He didn't believe me and told me to go away. Then his bodyguard, Key, turned around and started making moaning noises at me. He kept coming forward until I was just a little bit out the doorway and he was blocking it.
"Um... Key... can I have one?"
"MWWWUUUUUUH!!!!!! MWUH!!!!!!!"
"Key... Please. Can I have one?"
"MUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Finally he randomly walked away and I got one. Then Mr. Grass asked, "Where are you going with that?"
"Mrs. Tail wants one."
"Mrs. Tail... as in the one in the B building?"
"Yeah."
"Are you her aide?"
"Yeahhhh..."
"Do you want to deliver some newspapers over there?"
"YES!!"
"Okay. Hold out your arms."
So he gets a hundred pack and hands it to me, looks at it, thinks out loud, then piles on more.
"About two hundred... Does that look like enough?"
I don't say anything. Rodden says, "Yeah, I think so."
So off I go on my last mission to deliver newspapers.
I give the first one to Mrs. Tail, then tell her I have to deliver.
Basically the process is-
"How many kids are in this class?"
"Twenty-four, including me, so twenty-five."
"Okay."
*counts out twenty-five papers and hand it to teacher*
Some teachers didn't even seem to notice me, but I knew they saw me. Way to ignore. I had to count the desks. I had to interrupt the fifth graders, who were all in one room watching a movie.
Then I do my Mrs. Tail work, which included delivering MORE papers for the future patrols. Meaning I had to interrupt the movie again. Then RIGHT as I left the room, the movie ended. And a kid said, "That was swell!"
Swell.
SWELL.
WHAT PERSON WOULD STILL USE THE WORD 'SWELL'??
That's basically the end of the story.
"Okay, then I'll just wait here till someone gets one."
L-Hollers came to my rescue and took one, so then I got the second one.
Once I got to Mrs. Tail's room she wanted a paper, too. So back I went to Mr. Grass.
He looked at me wierd and I explained that I was filling an order. He didn't believe me and told me to go away. Then his bodyguard, Key, turned around and started making moaning noises at me. He kept coming forward until I was just a little bit out the doorway and he was blocking it.
"Um... Key... can I have one?"
"MWWWUUUUUUH!!!!!! MWUH!!!!!!!"
"Key... Please. Can I have one?"
"MUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"
Finally he randomly walked away and I got one. Then Mr. Grass asked, "Where are you going with that?"
"Mrs. Tail wants one."
"Mrs. Tail... as in the one in the B building?"
"Yeah."
"Are you her aide?"
"Yeahhhh..."
"Do you want to deliver some newspapers over there?"
"YES!!"
"Okay. Hold out your arms."
So he gets a hundred pack and hands it to me, looks at it, thinks out loud, then piles on more.
"About two hundred... Does that look like enough?"
I don't say anything. Rodden says, "Yeah, I think so."
So off I go on my last mission to deliver newspapers.
I give the first one to Mrs. Tail, then tell her I have to deliver.
Basically the process is-
"How many kids are in this class?"
"Twenty-four, including me, so twenty-five."
"Okay."
*counts out twenty-five papers and hand it to teacher*
Some teachers didn't even seem to notice me, but I knew they saw me. Way to ignore. I had to count the desks. I had to interrupt the fifth graders, who were all in one room watching a movie.
Then I do my Mrs. Tail work, which included delivering MORE papers for the future patrols. Meaning I had to interrupt the movie again. Then RIGHT as I left the room, the movie ended. And a kid said, "That was swell!"
Swell.
SWELL.
WHAT PERSON WOULD STILL USE THE WORD 'SWELL'??
That's basically the end of the story.
Last Day...
You know what I just realized?
Yesterday was my last regular day at school.
And I've been at the Woods of Brent for ten years.
Yeah.
It's a really wierd feeling, mostly defeat mixed with sadness and a determination to overcome the defeat.
I don't know. There's no word for it.
:(
Yesterday was my last regular day at school.
And I've been at the Woods of Brent for ten years.
Yeah.
It's a really wierd feeling, mostly defeat mixed with sadness and a determination to overcome the defeat.
I don't know. There's no word for it.
:(
Thursday, May 19, 2011
JESTAR DO NOT READ THIS POST although you're going to anyway
Strangeness is going on in our seniors... Which, by the way, their last day of school was today. I'm going to miss Bretz and Kronkenator... my role models of the year... And it's sad that no girl senior actually had any characteristics I could've followed. Well, Polly, but... she's kinda hard to follow cause all she does is be good and walk around with her books. Actually, now that I think of it, the senior class this year is really lazy. Too laid-back. Senioritis hit too fast. So I had to settle with picking good things out of two people. It works, though.
Speaking of Senioritis, it's been hitting them really really bad lately.
For instance-
1) I was walking in the hall yesterday, happily on my way to IPC when Withim and someone else (maybe it was Queso) completely attacked this girl at her locker. (Either Yam or Rye-a.) So they blocked her path out, huddled in really close, started jumping up and down and screaming "Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!" in a very high-pitched voice that I am surprised and a bit dismayed that they could even reach. A lot of onlookers laughed, and when I got into the classroom everyone was staring out the door as if an alien just landed in the hallway. From there the room is, they couldn't see what was going on, so I was the only one who witnessed it. Deer said that I was wide-eyed and looked really scared and my hair was a sticking out in odd angles (Tina attempted to do my hair). Then I realized how funny that scene actually was, so I started cracking up at my desk.
2) Tres was walking in the hall with some other people, stopped in front of his English room, looked into ours, and sang, "Tacooooo- taco, taco, taco..." and went into his room. Apparently he hit Sam's class before ours. But he actually walked into theirs... Must've been a whole lot funnier.
3) After IPC Nikki and I were walking back up the tiled staircase when Kronkenator was following Bevin down the hall saying in a really wierd voice (okay, imagine him saying this, and his voice is going up and down his range in, like, one second, so it's really wierd) "KOYIKALATHU! EVERY DAY, MAN, IT'S BEVIN KOYIKALATHU!" Okay, it was so much funnier when you actually hear it (everyone Nikki and I tried to explain this to just kinda stared blankly at us) but as SOON as Nikki and I got out of their hearing range, we completely bursted out laughing and it lasted half through the next class. I'm even laughing now... Excuse me as I laugh...
Um, what else has happened?
4) Welt and George were walking down the hall while we were in IPC and the door was open so we could hear a little snippit of their conversation, which was said very animated voices, like something a Bugs Bunny character would sound like-
"Aw, man, I didn't study for the Final quiz..."
"*haha* If there WAS a final!"
*both crack up*
Um... I didn't really get what they were talking about but I'm wondering if they did, either...
And that's it for now.
I'm gonna miss them.
Okay, Jestar, you DID read this.
Speaking of Senioritis, it's been hitting them really really bad lately.
For instance-
1) I was walking in the hall yesterday, happily on my way to IPC when Withim and someone else (maybe it was Queso) completely attacked this girl at her locker. (Either Yam or Rye-a.) So they blocked her path out, huddled in really close, started jumping up and down and screaming "Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!" in a very high-pitched voice that I am surprised and a bit dismayed that they could even reach. A lot of onlookers laughed, and when I got into the classroom everyone was staring out the door as if an alien just landed in the hallway. From there the room is, they couldn't see what was going on, so I was the only one who witnessed it. Deer said that I was wide-eyed and looked really scared and my hair was a sticking out in odd angles (Tina attempted to do my hair). Then I realized how funny that scene actually was, so I started cracking up at my desk.
2) Tres was walking in the hall with some other people, stopped in front of his English room, looked into ours, and sang, "Tacooooo- taco, taco, taco..." and went into his room. Apparently he hit Sam's class before ours. But he actually walked into theirs... Must've been a whole lot funnier.
3) After IPC Nikki and I were walking back up the tiled staircase when Kronkenator was following Bevin down the hall saying in a really wierd voice (okay, imagine him saying this, and his voice is going up and down his range in, like, one second, so it's really wierd) "KOYIKALATHU! EVERY DAY, MAN, IT'S BEVIN KOYIKALATHU!" Okay, it was so much funnier when you actually hear it (everyone Nikki and I tried to explain this to just kinda stared blankly at us) but as SOON as Nikki and I got out of their hearing range, we completely bursted out laughing and it lasted half through the next class. I'm even laughing now... Excuse me as I laugh...
Um, what else has happened?
4) Welt and George were walking down the hall while we were in IPC and the door was open so we could hear a little snippit of their conversation, which was said very animated voices, like something a Bugs Bunny character would sound like-
"Aw, man, I didn't study for the Final quiz..."
"*haha* If there WAS a final!"
*both crack up*
Um... I didn't really get what they were talking about but I'm wondering if they did, either...
And that's it for now.
I'm gonna miss them.
Okay, Jestar, you DID read this.
Sports Award Banquet
The annual Sports Award Banquet...
Hm...
Nothing in Cross Country... as I expected I wouldn't get...
My fourth and never missed Bear Spirit award in Track... YAY...
Nikki got the Most Valuable 'Lady' Athlete in Junior High, like she did last year...
Hale got 'LadyBear' of Junior High... I felt lonely... I didn't get anything that big except for, well, that I've never missed the Bear Spirit in Track... I personally think that is a bigger award (considering it's the fourth time) than Hale's, but probably doesn't beat Nikki's second time Most Valuable...
Since I have no little siblings, I have adopted Pressy and Jewel as my little brother and sister. Yup. And Ch1k3n's out for anyone's adopted brother. Except he won't do anything. Last time Nikki was over, she walked by him, like, five times and he didn't even turn around.
Hm...
Nothing in Cross Country... as I expected I wouldn't get...
My fourth and never missed Bear Spirit award in Track... YAY...
Nikki got the Most Valuable 'Lady' Athlete in Junior High, like she did last year...
Hale got 'LadyBear' of Junior High... I felt lonely... I didn't get anything that big except for, well, that I've never missed the Bear Spirit in Track... I personally think that is a bigger award (considering it's the fourth time) than Hale's, but probably doesn't beat Nikki's second time Most Valuable...
Since I have no little siblings, I have adopted Pressy and Jewel as my little brother and sister. Yup. And Ch1k3n's out for anyone's adopted brother. Except he won't do anything. Last time Nikki was over, she walked by him, like, five times and he didn't even turn around.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Nikki and the Mollypop Tribes
Oh, Nikki.
Oh, Mollypop.
Oh, BigBoyMollypop.
Oh, LittleBoyMollypop.
*sigh*
THIS IS JUST TOO WIERD!!
I can't imagine that... But I kinda want it to happen!
Oh, Mollypop.
Oh, BigBoyMollypop.
Oh, LittleBoyMollypop.
*sigh*
THIS IS JUST TOO WIERD!!
I can't imagine that... But I kinda want it to happen!
Just Saying...
Why I love the Nyan Cat so much is because of the music, not the cat. Just clearing that up. So at least try and listen to it, and don't watch it cause it's kinda boring.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
NYAN CAT!!! I LOVES IT!!!!!
NYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYANYAN!!!!!!!!!
I LOVES THE NEVER-ENDING NYAN CAT!!!
It's so catchy! I'm listening to it right now, and I hope you are.
I LOVES THE NEVER-ENDING NYAN CAT!!!
It's so catchy! I'm listening to it right now, and I hope you are.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
TOBIAS!!
Tobias is so annoying, he's making my internet connection go bbbbbeeeeeeeeeoppppppp!!! Not the noise, just the level. 'Internet Explorer cannot --whatever they say-- this webpage.'
I LOVE THE NYAN CAT!!!
Title says it all!
Go to http://nyan.cat/ for the whole experience! (Make sure you either have headphones or else you will annoy your entire family.)
Friday, May 13, 2011
Jestar's Blog
So apparently Snickerz thought that Jestar's blog posts were too depressing, so he told him to delete them.
But Snickerz denied this, so... I don't know.
But Snickerz denied this, so... I don't know.
Jazz Under the Stars
Jazz under the stars. Was AMAZING.
So right after school I went to help and all I got to do was set up chairs eight to a table and spread tablecloths. Other people were setting up the stage and putting up Christmas lights.
Mrs. Corn had a meeting with us, basically telling us what to do. Then I had to go to marching band practice, which took three hours.
I got back to school at around 8:30 and went in. At this time people were already seated and we were delivering their plates, which had to quiches (small one-inch round pie things with... one was spinach and the other was ham. It's like a mixture of that and egg and I would guess cheese...) and cheese cake (one of each: chocolate chip, raspberry syrup, and New York style). I was going to help Jo with her table, but it was just full of boring adults (sorry, no offense!) who didn't even drink their punch.
So I decided to help Nikki in the kitchen. The procedure was get a clear plastic plate, drizzle chocolate sauce in lines on one side (Nikki actually took that job), put the two quiches on the no-chocolate side (which Codifer didn't do; some poor guest had to eat chocolatey quiche.) and one of each cheesecake cube on the chocolate syrup. It looked like a smiley face.
When we finished making them and everyone was served, I decided to attempt to help Sam. But she didn't really let me help, so I just stood in the back and watched the band play. DaniReed wanted me to take pictures, so I did, but people started to look at me like I was crazy so I gave the camera back. I bet she was disappointed. But oh, well.
OH YEAH and then I got really really really really really really really really happy (and, no, I don't tell any of you why)... Molly and Nattles tried to get me to tell them, and Grizzly got so excited about I don't even know what, so she started tickling me and got cheesecake on my hair, although it wasn't too noticable. And then Jestar came and I was then really really happy too for some reason and then... I went to go talk to Polly for a little while until the whole thing finished.
I helped on the strike (tearing everything down), meaning I folded the black curtains, cleaned up the pretty sparkly stuff from the table, snuck some cheesecake, folded tablecloth, snuck some more cheesecake, and set up the tables and chairs were they belonged in the cafeteria. Then snuck more cheesecake.
Molly was still trying to get me to tell her. She can read my thoughts. Not like words, but exact feelings. It's scary. And she can word something so that it makes something seem opposite of what it is.
At one point she randomly ran off and when she didn't come back and I ate more cheesecake, I decided to look for her. The drama room's light was on, so I peeked in a window. And janitor was in there, and she looked up and saw me. I took off and ran back. I bet she thinks I'm a creeper.
I stayed until about 11:00. So, yep. There was my day at the fabulous
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Jazz
(Jazz Under the Stars)
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Here!
I am in American History now.
We are having a food party.
This computer does not show the nice fonts of my blog.
Good bye.
We are having a food party.
This computer does not show the nice fonts of my blog.
Good bye.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sammie's Blog Phantom
Sam, you blog seems to have a phantom that likes to rapidly scroll the page up and down. It gets a little annoying. Does anyone else experience this phantom? Let's name him. His name is Tobias. Tobias likes to linger around Sam's blog. hmph.
GO AWAY, TOBIAS!!!
GO AWAY, TOBIAS!!!
Resolution
Here is a random-time resolution-
comment on every post on you guys's blogs.
Let's see how well I stick with that.
I am eating brocolli.
comment on every post on you guys's blogs.
Let's see how well I stick with that.
I am eating brocolli.
Update
So for those of you who don't know, the school musical next year is the Sound of Music.
Both Nikki and Hale tried out for Louisa, and Hale got it. I told her she would. Then Kayle got Maria (the 11 grade Kayle... not the Rodden one... and not the Jello one... yeah, the Rice's sister one.) I also thought she would, too.
So, yep. When I told Hale she would get Louisa, she was all, "um... I don't know..." but Nikki was completely in for getting the part. So she was upset.
Tomorrow Hale's planning on running up to BoyMollipop and say, "Hi, daddy!"
And if you haven't already guessed, he got the part of Captain.
Both Nikki and Hale tried out for Louisa, and Hale got it. I told her she would. Then Kayle got Maria (the 11 grade Kayle... not the Rodden one... and not the Jello one... yeah, the Rice's sister one.) I also thought she would, too.
So, yep. When I told Hale she would get Louisa, she was all, "um... I don't know..." but Nikki was completely in for getting the part. So she was upset.
Tomorrow Hale's planning on running up to BoyMollipop and say, "Hi, daddy!"
And if you haven't already guessed, he got the part of Captain.
Marching Band Day 2
Yesterday I met people, Lizard and Xylophone.
Okay, that's it.
Mr. Wobbly looks like a tiger crawling up the ladder.
Okay, that's it.
Mr. Wobbly looks like a tiger crawling up the ladder.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Marching!
So I get home today, and after a little while Ch1k3n has to go to marching band practice. After my mom sends him there, she calls me down.
"Let's go, Mr. Style said that he wants you there."
"Me. At marching practice?"
"Yeah, they're starting with the eight graders. You have to go."
So I got there really late and basically all we did was awkward marching positions and followed orders of this guy over the speakers.
After I packed my flute up I went in search for my shiny green water bottle.
And guess where I found it.
Mr. Style was emptying it on a tree.
WHAT??!??
So I try to seem casual until he put it down.
"Annasophie."
"Huh... What? Yes?" Why was he talking to me?
"See you tomorrow."
"Okay." He wasn't going to let go of my water bottle. Time to stall some more. "Five o'clock, right?"
"Tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday."
"Okay. Um... Is that my water bottle?"
*blank stare*
"Cause I put it over there..."
"Yes, I found this over there."
"Yeah, that's mine."
So turns out he wants me in the band. Problem- I was actually planning on being in the orchestra, and I can't really be in both. But apparently he has everything all planned out, so we'll see how it goes.
To sum it up, today was a random on-call day of marching.
??!??
"Let's go, Mr. Style said that he wants you there."
"Me. At marching practice?"
"Yeah, they're starting with the eight graders. You have to go."
So I got there really late and basically all we did was awkward marching positions and followed orders of this guy over the speakers.
After I packed my flute up I went in search for my shiny green water bottle.
And guess where I found it.
Mr. Style was emptying it on a tree.
WHAT??!??
So I try to seem casual until he put it down.
"Annasophie."
"Huh... What? Yes?" Why was he talking to me?
"See you tomorrow."
"Okay." He wasn't going to let go of my water bottle. Time to stall some more. "Five o'clock, right?"
"Tomorrow, Wednesday, Thursday."
"Okay. Um... Is that my water bottle?"
*blank stare*
"Cause I put it over there..."
"Yes, I found this over there."
"Yeah, that's mine."
So turns out he wants me in the band. Problem- I was actually planning on being in the orchestra, and I can't really be in both. But apparently he has everything all planned out, so we'll see how it goes.
To sum it up, today was a random on-call day of marching.
??!??
Sunday, May 8, 2011
WAY OFF BROADWAY--
was amazing.
Okay, let me be Miss Critique here-
1. Singing- good. I think that it could have been kinda lighter, though... Cause they were all doing their accapella thing into their mics really loud and Vic's voice is all... strong.
2. Rice- aw. Aw. Poor Rice. I mean... at TCSIT people actually laughed, which makes it funnier. He did well, though, but laughter encourages him, so he didn't get his expected dose of encouragement. And he did the Indian-accent-high-pitched alien voice! He didn't do that at TCSIT.
3. Rye and Kronkenator- whoa. Intense! I'm glad I caught it, though... ARGH it was so good... "But, you know, if you really think about it... everyone's just passing through. ... ...There's that bird again..." It was so good, I love it when there's a reoccuring line that makes you almost cry at the end... it's so beautiful...
I'm sorry, I'm being dramatic. Next!
4. Singing- Um. Not so great. Not bad, just, I don't know, not enough feel for it.
5. Rye- Wow. Her eyes and facial expression just make the audience feel the pain, and it's clear when she changes characters. She's talented, it connects right to your heart.
5. Jazz band. Nope. Not gonna comment.
6. Rodden- Nice job, Rodden. A lot better than at TCSIT. If you did that well at the competition, you could've probably snagged 3rd. "You can't clean... with DRY."
7. Singing- Wow. Petes is really good. Really good. I mean, really, really, really good... I like his voice a lot. It's smooth and doesn't sound all icky when he hits the high notes.
8. Jazz band again, no comments again.
9. Kronkenator. Amazing. Wow. Amazing... I don't know, how does he take the script, ordinary words, and create it into something so... real? I mean, the beginning. So much character within the first five seconds. And when he stared cluelessly out into the audience... I don't know, he changed his eyes so that they were absoluetly confused. It was just so real the whole way through, like he really believed what he was saying, that he was really Charlie Chaplin... And the accent. It was flawless, and when he began speaking again in the American accent I thought for a second, "Wow, he does a good American accent." I don't know. Kronkenator... I don't know, such an inspiring and amazing actor... Withim's pretty good, too... But... so talented... I don't know, it's just... so much talent here... It just kinda gets you to the heart. Kind of like that one quote some author made, about wanting to get to people's hearts right where it hits them.
10. The play. Haha, nice, Rice. But I can see why it didn't win TCSIT. I mean, our seniors were all at Europe, so... we actually didn't have anyone too good. Rodden's pretty good. Rice... well, Rice is good, but still... don't know, doesn't make you believe in it.
11. Singing. Okay. It was fine. Afterwards the seniors that were there went up and got a rose. So many of them were almost crying and trying to hide it... And they actually hid it pretty well, you couldn't have noticed if you weren't looking for it.
Overall, I really liked Way Off Broadway. I'll always remeber it.
Okay, let me be Miss Critique here-
1. Singing- good. I think that it could have been kinda lighter, though... Cause they were all doing their accapella thing into their mics really loud and Vic's voice is all... strong.
2. Rice- aw. Aw. Poor Rice. I mean... at TCSIT people actually laughed, which makes it funnier. He did well, though, but laughter encourages him, so he didn't get his expected dose of encouragement. And he did the Indian-accent-high-pitched alien voice! He didn't do that at TCSIT.
3. Rye and Kronkenator- whoa. Intense! I'm glad I caught it, though... ARGH it was so good... "But, you know, if you really think about it... everyone's just passing through. ... ...There's that bird again..." It was so good, I love it when there's a reoccuring line that makes you almost cry at the end... it's so beautiful...
I'm sorry, I'm being dramatic. Next!
4. Singing- Um. Not so great. Not bad, just, I don't know, not enough feel for it.
5. Rye- Wow. Her eyes and facial expression just make the audience feel the pain, and it's clear when she changes characters. She's talented, it connects right to your heart.
5. Jazz band. Nope. Not gonna comment.
6. Rodden- Nice job, Rodden. A lot better than at TCSIT. If you did that well at the competition, you could've probably snagged 3rd. "You can't clean... with DRY."
7. Singing- Wow. Petes is really good. Really good. I mean, really, really, really good... I like his voice a lot. It's smooth and doesn't sound all icky when he hits the high notes.
8. Jazz band again, no comments again.
9. Kronkenator. Amazing. Wow. Amazing... I don't know, how does he take the script, ordinary words, and create it into something so... real? I mean, the beginning. So much character within the first five seconds. And when he stared cluelessly out into the audience... I don't know, he changed his eyes so that they were absoluetly confused. It was just so real the whole way through, like he really believed what he was saying, that he was really Charlie Chaplin... And the accent. It was flawless, and when he began speaking again in the American accent I thought for a second, "Wow, he does a good American accent." I don't know. Kronkenator... I don't know, such an inspiring and amazing actor... Withim's pretty good, too... But... so talented... I don't know, it's just... so much talent here... It just kinda gets you to the heart. Kind of like that one quote some author made, about wanting to get to people's hearts right where it hits them.
10. The play. Haha, nice, Rice. But I can see why it didn't win TCSIT. I mean, our seniors were all at Europe, so... we actually didn't have anyone too good. Rodden's pretty good. Rice... well, Rice is good, but still... don't know, doesn't make you believe in it.
11. Singing. Okay. It was fine. Afterwards the seniors that were there went up and got a rose. So many of them were almost crying and trying to hide it... And they actually hid it pretty well, you couldn't have noticed if you weren't looking for it.
Overall, I really liked Way Off Broadway. I'll always remeber it.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Comment!
And because for some reason there is an error currently in commenting on Sam's blog, here is my comment for her 'Probably the most important post' wait let me see if blogger is still working... yes, it is. Here goes-
YYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Although how in your living room?? But still! I will follow Skandar in resuming to scream. YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Who's Ellie? From your church?
Skandar, you're making me feel left out! Everyone's all near Cinco de Mayo... Excpet me. MArch 12, nothing near May 5. Hmph. That's okay, though.
YYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Way OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF Broadway!!
I hear you guys went today. And I will go tomorrow.
How was it? Huh? Huh? Huh??
And who was the emcee? (Did they have someone do it this year?) I bet I know. But I won't tell you my guess.
How was it? Huh? Huh? Huh??
And who was the emcee? (Did they have someone do it this year?) I bet I know. But I won't tell you my guess.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
High School Band Trip
And here is the post about the High-School Band trip.
We left around lunchtime to go to VCA to play for the old peoples. I was stuck in the back of the bus, and every time we went over a speed bump (about 27 times) the snare would rattle and, like, five cymbals would crash. Plard would let the front wheels slowly over, then stomp on the gas and send us flying into the air and screaming. Headache! But fun.
So our first stop was Mighty Fine for lunch. It was packed. Sometime in the line Tiff and Dani-Reed decided to tell everyone to use their middle names for their orders. Okay.
So I get up there and I tell the lady, "Amanda" although that's not really my middle name, but I guess I've just kind of adopted it for my "food line" name. Like at TCSIT.
The orders actually came out pretty fast.
Tiff. Oh, Tiff.
She had told the person her middle name (I think it was "Hong") but made them spell it Qhon5g! "With a silent Q, a silent 5, and a silent exclamation mark."
So when the guy announces her order he actually says, "Hong with a silent Q and a silent 5."
After we ate we went to VCA. They liked it (of course) and asked for an encore, so Polly and I played our duet.
Afterwards, Ork and Guinneapig found this synthesizer organ and started messing around with it. Nikki kicked them off and started playing around with it. Then she shows Plard, and HE started playing with it.
When we finally got back outside, there was still about forty-five minutes to spare, so we decided to go to Culver's to waste time. So we get there and I get a mint chocolate chip mixer. It was very, very green. I was a bit scared to eat it.
And then this waiter comes around, holding a raspberry mixer and asks if it's anyone's. Nope. Then about two minutes later he comes back and says, "Okay, I'm just going to set this down and whoever grabs it first gets it."
Of course Twilight-lover gets it, but then we tell her to give it to Polly, who didn't order anything.
Then we went back to school. The End!!
(And please remind me not to post about this again.)
We left around lunchtime to go to VCA to play for the old peoples. I was stuck in the back of the bus, and every time we went over a speed bump (about 27 times) the snare would rattle and, like, five cymbals would crash. Plard would let the front wheels slowly over, then stomp on the gas and send us flying into the air and screaming. Headache! But fun.
So our first stop was Mighty Fine for lunch. It was packed. Sometime in the line Tiff and Dani-Reed decided to tell everyone to use their middle names for their orders. Okay.
So I get up there and I tell the lady, "Amanda" although that's not really my middle name, but I guess I've just kind of adopted it for my "food line" name. Like at TCSIT.
The orders actually came out pretty fast.
Tiff. Oh, Tiff.
She had told the person her middle name (I think it was "Hong") but made them spell it Qhon5g! "With a silent Q, a silent 5, and a silent exclamation mark."
So when the guy announces her order he actually says, "Hong with a silent Q and a silent 5."
After we ate we went to VCA. They liked it (of course) and asked for an encore, so Polly and I played our duet.
Afterwards, Ork and Guinneapig found this synthesizer organ and started messing around with it. Nikki kicked them off and started playing around with it. Then she shows Plard, and HE started playing with it.
When we finally got back outside, there was still about forty-five minutes to spare, so we decided to go to Culver's to waste time. So we get there and I get a mint chocolate chip mixer. It was very, very green. I was a bit scared to eat it.
And then this waiter comes around, holding a raspberry mixer and asks if it's anyone's. Nope. Then about two minutes later he comes back and says, "Okay, I'm just going to set this down and whoever grabs it first gets it."
Of course Twilight-lover gets it, but then we tell her to give it to Polly, who didn't order anything.
Then we went back to school. The End!!
(And please remind me not to post about this again.)
Ice Skating!!
I guess I have not yet written about the band ice-skating trip. *sigh*
Okay, here goes:
On Monday (Was it Monday? I think it was Monday. Yes, it was Monday.) the entire junior high band left at 2:30 to go to the ice-skating rink.
It was that one really rainy day, and we thought it was cold outside until we stepped into the building. Freeze. Freeze. FREEZE!!
I was the second to get my skates and the second on the ice behind Nikki. She said she'd wait for me, but I meant wait by the door, not on the ice. Anyway, I was kind of intimidated cause she was going faster so I waited for Grizzly. Turns out she wanted to cling to the wall the whole time.
So for the next two hours or so Nikki and I helped Grizzly skate.
At one point we took the jacket she wasn't wearing and had her hold the middle while Nikki and I each held an arm. Then we skated, and on cue (unknown to Grizzly) we left go and we went flying across the ice and screaming... It was epic... but she only went about a meter before just sitting down and stopping.
And then there was this kid who had a hoodie like Johnny's so Grizzly and I were wondering who it was. So we watched him skate to the other end. He started to wobble, then his legs completely swept out from under him WAIT NO I'VE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!
...great... I just wasted about ten minutes. Well, I guess I haven't written about the High-School Band trip...
Okay, here goes:
On Monday (Was it Monday? I think it was Monday. Yes, it was Monday.) the entire junior high band left at 2:30 to go to the ice-skating rink.
It was that one really rainy day, and we thought it was cold outside until we stepped into the building. Freeze. Freeze. FREEZE!!
I was the second to get my skates and the second on the ice behind Nikki. She said she'd wait for me, but I meant wait by the door, not on the ice. Anyway, I was kind of intimidated cause she was going faster so I waited for Grizzly. Turns out she wanted to cling to the wall the whole time.
So for the next two hours or so Nikki and I helped Grizzly skate.
At one point we took the jacket she wasn't wearing and had her hold the middle while Nikki and I each held an arm. Then we skated, and on cue (unknown to Grizzly) we left go and we went flying across the ice and screaming... It was epic... but she only went about a meter before just sitting down and stopping.
And then there was this kid who had a hoodie like Johnny's so Grizzly and I were wondering who it was. So we watched him skate to the other end. He started to wobble, then his legs completely swept out from under him WAIT NO I'VE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!
...great... I just wasted about ten minutes. Well, I guess I haven't written about the High-School Band trip...
Science
Nikki and I made our extra credit machine. It ices a cupcake. With Cool Whip. Or, then I guess that it Cool-Whips the cupcake.
You guys can see it at school...
I don't want to describe it.
It has a hamster wheel next to a ramp that has a little wedge sticking out that blocks a little wagon from coming down then on top of that is a lever so when you turn the wheel the wedge falls and the wagon rolls down and the lever squeezes out Cool Whip from a bag. Yup. There. :D
You guys can see it at school...
I don't want to describe it.
It has a hamster wheel next to a ramp that has a little wedge sticking out that blocks a little wagon from coming down then on top of that is a lever so when you turn the wheel the wedge falls and the wagon rolls down and the lever squeezes out Cool Whip from a bag. Yup. There. :D
Wish...
I wish I didn't have type posts out. I wish I could just think it and it would post. ARGH!
Oh! And Happy Cinco de Mayo!!
School!
I have finally changed my locker. Now it no longer has the blue, black, and green "Happy Birthday" that's been there all year, literally. (My birthday was about a week before school started, so Hale went early and decorated my locker before school started.)
It was just annoying me, how it was tearing apart. I bet it was annoying other people, too.
But now I don't know where my locker is... I'll probably walk right by it for the next couple of last weeks.
WHICH REMINDS ME.
I.
Do.
Not.
Want.
School.
To.
End.
Cause I'm not coming back next year and I've been at the Woods of Brent ever since Preschool, never been to public.
My life is about to change drastically.
My life is the Woods of Brent.
And I don't want to let it go.
That's why I'm getting my autographs of people I don't want to forget...
It was just annoying me, how it was tearing apart. I bet it was annoying other people, too.
But now I don't know where my locker is... I'll probably walk right by it for the next couple of last weeks.
WHICH REMINDS ME.
I.
Do.
Not.
Want.
School.
To.
End.
Cause I'm not coming back next year and I've been at the Woods of Brent ever since Preschool, never been to public.
My life is about to change drastically.
My life is the Woods of Brent.
And I don't want to let it go.
That's why I'm getting my autographs of people I don't want to forget...
Monday, May 2, 2011
Skating!!
Our Junior High band went ice-skating today.
My car got there before the bus, so we had to wait in the freezing cold rink and couldn't get our skates yet. Then Plard came and I was the second to get my skates. Nikki and I went a lap. It was kinda hard to get used to.
We pretty much had the whole rink to ourselves.Then eventually there were only ten of us left on the rink and everyone was sitting and eating chips they got from the machines. Nikki and I taught Grizzly to skate. Kind of. At one point Nikki was holding one side of Grizzly's jacket (it was off), I had the other side, and Grizzly was in the middle and we were pulling her, we let go and she was all "AAAAAUGH!!!!!!!!!!" and fell. Oops.
Then Grizzly and I were trying to figure out who was wearing the black hoodie in front of us. We thought it was Johnny, but he didn't skate. So we were watching him skate at the other end, when suddenly he slipped, grabbed onto the side, and then slipped at 45-degree angle down. It was hilarious, the way it looked. And Grizzly, once again a genius, starts cracking up REALLY REALLY loudly. I hope he didn't hear. I would say who it was, but he probably wouldn't like it, so I won't.
Then there was this girl in black and purple who was amazing. The more I watched, the more she looked familiar. She was my orchestra standpartner last year! So she came over and was like, "Are you in the youth orchestra?"
"Yeah, isn't your name Corny?"
"Yeah! That's me!"
And so her, Nikki, and I skated laps around (my ankles were hurting) and talked about... skating, I guess. Asked her questions, you know... then she started practicing again. She skates at least an hour six times a week. Wow.
And then I had to leave to go to tryouts.
That's it.
My car got there before the bus, so we had to wait in the freezing cold rink and couldn't get our skates yet. Then Plard came and I was the second to get my skates. Nikki and I went a lap. It was kinda hard to get used to.
We pretty much had the whole rink to ourselves.Then eventually there were only ten of us left on the rink and everyone was sitting and eating chips they got from the machines. Nikki and I taught Grizzly to skate. Kind of. At one point Nikki was holding one side of Grizzly's jacket (it was off), I had the other side, and Grizzly was in the middle and we were pulling her, we let go and she was all "AAAAAUGH!!!!!!!!!!" and fell. Oops.
Then Grizzly and I were trying to figure out who was wearing the black hoodie in front of us. We thought it was Johnny, but he didn't skate. So we were watching him skate at the other end, when suddenly he slipped, grabbed onto the side, and then slipped at 45-degree angle down. It was hilarious, the way it looked. And Grizzly, once again a genius, starts cracking up REALLY REALLY loudly. I hope he didn't hear. I would say who it was, but he probably wouldn't like it, so I won't.
Then there was this girl in black and purple who was amazing. The more I watched, the more she looked familiar. She was my orchestra standpartner last year! So she came over and was like, "Are you in the youth orchestra?"
"Yeah, isn't your name Corny?"
"Yeah! That's me!"
And so her, Nikki, and I skated laps around (my ankles were hurting) and talked about... skating, I guess. Asked her questions, you know... then she started practicing again. She skates at least an hour six times a week. Wow.
And then I had to leave to go to tryouts.
That's it.
Flute Tryouts
I had Circle Stone band tryouts today.
Except I'll be in orchestra, not band.
But my teacher wants me to try out anyway. For the top band.
Okay. Extremely hard here. Top Band (Wind Ensemble) is... top top. Like first choice of the director. You have to be like first-or-second-chair-in-region good.
Which I'm not.
So... I get there. My mom comes with me. What?? Someone (Zest) gives me a number. I practice for a while, and talk to a couple of people. Zest calls me upstairs. I go.
Zest asks me what speed I want my scales at.
"Um, well... these two scales I have to go slower on..."
"Then how about just bump all slower, cause you can't change the speed."
"Okay, then I'll go at 140."
"Okay!"
Then I wait and practice the fingerings on my flute silently. Wait until my turn. Ask a girl waiting whose teacher she is. It's something like "Bo." Okay, thanks. How am I supposed to know who 'Bo' is?? Apparently everyone else does...
Then it's my turn. Bo's student walks out. These people are very emotional. She and Zest hug and then she turns to me and hugs me, too.
I'm like--
... ... ???????????????
It made no sense. Anyway, I get in there and Zest tells whoever's behind the curtain that I want the metronome at 140 for my scales. So he says, "Okay, I am putting the metronome at your requested speed," etc. and I'm thinking, "I'm not supposed to talk. This is awkward!!"
The metronome starts and I start. But then it cuts off so I stop.
"This is nothing you did, but to try out for Wind Ensemble you have to go at least 148. I just assumed everyone knew that..."
Then he sets it to 148 while I panic.
Cause two of my scales I didn't practice at 148. I thought I wouldn't have to, that's what my teacher told me... I panic and decide that at least one of the scales might be pulled through.
So I play the scales, then comes the hardest.
"Don't panic, don't panic..." and believe it or not, I do good the way up. The way down, though... Mess up. Um... ... ... brain freezes. Oh, whatever, I'm not going to be in band next year, anyway! So then I just finish it as best as I could.
Chromatic scales. Three octaves, starting from the lowest possible to the highest possible.
"So for the chromatic scale you requested it at 134, which was faster than required."
Um, really? Oh, no... I had no idea how fast that was, I just guessed. I could have gone slower? Awww......
It's actually okay until the top. But I guess I pulled it through.
Etude number one.
Good.
Etude number two.
Okay.
Then I'm done.
Zest didn't look all that happy, but it was probably just my imagination. Cause she doesn't even know me, why would she care...
But, yeah, that's how it went. I probably just made Symphonic, which is the second band. Better than the Concert band, which Ch1k3n's in. He only tried out for Symphonic. Haha, I outdid my brother. :)
Except I'll be in orchestra, not band.
But my teacher wants me to try out anyway. For the top band.
Okay. Extremely hard here. Top Band (Wind Ensemble) is... top top. Like first choice of the director. You have to be like first-or-second-chair-in-region good.
Which I'm not.
So... I get there. My mom comes with me. What?? Someone (Zest) gives me a number. I practice for a while, and talk to a couple of people. Zest calls me upstairs. I go.
Zest asks me what speed I want my scales at.
"Um, well... these two scales I have to go slower on..."
"Then how about just bump all slower, cause you can't change the speed."
"Okay, then I'll go at 140."
"Okay!"
Then I wait and practice the fingerings on my flute silently. Wait until my turn. Ask a girl waiting whose teacher she is. It's something like "Bo." Okay, thanks. How am I supposed to know who 'Bo' is?? Apparently everyone else does...
Then it's my turn. Bo's student walks out. These people are very emotional. She and Zest hug and then she turns to me and hugs me, too.
I'm like--
... ... ???????????????
It made no sense. Anyway, I get in there and Zest tells whoever's behind the curtain that I want the metronome at 140 for my scales. So he says, "Okay, I am putting the metronome at your requested speed," etc. and I'm thinking, "I'm not supposed to talk. This is awkward!!"
The metronome starts and I start. But then it cuts off so I stop.
"This is nothing you did, but to try out for Wind Ensemble you have to go at least 148. I just assumed everyone knew that..."
Then he sets it to 148 while I panic.
Cause two of my scales I didn't practice at 148. I thought I wouldn't have to, that's what my teacher told me... I panic and decide that at least one of the scales might be pulled through.
So I play the scales, then comes the hardest.
"Don't panic, don't panic..." and believe it or not, I do good the way up. The way down, though... Mess up. Um... ... ... brain freezes. Oh, whatever, I'm not going to be in band next year, anyway! So then I just finish it as best as I could.
Chromatic scales. Three octaves, starting from the lowest possible to the highest possible.
"So for the chromatic scale you requested it at 134, which was faster than required."
Um, really? Oh, no... I had no idea how fast that was, I just guessed. I could have gone slower? Awww......
It's actually okay until the top. But I guess I pulled it through.
Etude number one.
Good.
Etude number two.
Okay.
Then I'm done.
Zest didn't look all that happy, but it was probably just my imagination. Cause she doesn't even know me, why would she care...
But, yeah, that's how it went. I probably just made Symphonic, which is the second band. Better than the Concert band, which Ch1k3n's in. He only tried out for Symphonic. Haha, I outdid my brother. :)
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Concert
Orchestra concert today!
How did it go?
Well...
While we were practicing beforehand, it was terrible.
On the way to the stage my old standpartner and favorite yet, S-Mart, said, "Feels so good out here! Maybe I'll go fishing later..."
"Um... Where would you go? Just drive around till you find a lake and get in a boat with your pole and bait?"
"No, my gramma owns some lake around... so, yeah."
I'm guessing he's fishing now. Probably not, but maybe so.
Skip to on-stage.
First song. Better than rehearsal.
Second song. SO LONG! (No, really, probably ten minutes. Longer?) This song... okay. Let's just say that my standpartner loves playing really really loud on this one spot where we are actually supposed to play really quiet. It's embarrassing... And her bow kinda flashes literally one inch before my eyes when she goes on G string, and it's really quite dangerous. So we get to that one part, and sure enough-- plonk! --her bow hits my forehead and she immediately scoots her chair, like, a foot away.
It was actually pretty hilarious, and I couldn't stop laughing...
Third song. PIZZA-BY!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh* It was SO AMAZING!!!! I'm sorry the song was so short... but it was really funny, cause he makes all these wierd faces and sings along with the orchestra... someone should really catch that on camera. But no one except the orchestra sees it.
After we finish, my standpartner turns to me and says, "You have a good summer."
Um. No, "Sorry!" That's okay, though... *haha* It was really funny anyway.
But that's not the only impoliteness I experience. I hold the door open for a Wright Brother who plays the trumpet, and he didn't even say "Thanks"! :{
...people these days...
How did it go?
Well...
While we were practicing beforehand, it was terrible.
On the way to the stage my old standpartner and favorite yet, S-Mart, said, "Feels so good out here! Maybe I'll go fishing later..."
"Um... Where would you go? Just drive around till you find a lake and get in a boat with your pole and bait?"
"No, my gramma owns some lake around... so, yeah."
I'm guessing he's fishing now. Probably not, but maybe so.
Skip to on-stage.
First song. Better than rehearsal.
Second song. SO LONG! (No, really, probably ten minutes. Longer?) This song... okay. Let's just say that my standpartner loves playing really really loud on this one spot where we are actually supposed to play really quiet. It's embarrassing... And her bow kinda flashes literally one inch before my eyes when she goes on G string, and it's really quite dangerous. So we get to that one part, and sure enough-- plonk! --her bow hits my forehead and she immediately scoots her chair, like, a foot away.
It was actually pretty hilarious, and I couldn't stop laughing...
Third song. PIZZA-BY!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sigh* It was SO AMAZING!!!! I'm sorry the song was so short... but it was really funny, cause he makes all these wierd faces and sings along with the orchestra... someone should really catch that on camera. But no one except the orchestra sees it.
After we finish, my standpartner turns to me and says, "You have a good summer."
Um. No, "Sorry!" That's okay, though... *haha* It was really funny anyway.
But that's not the only impoliteness I experience. I hold the door open for a Wright Brother who plays the trumpet, and he didn't even say "Thanks"! :{
...people these days...
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