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...
Thursday, May 5, 2011
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...
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Fleez
My cousin, Elizabeth, brought her Yorkie, Pinky, to our house.
Pinky. (noun) a small, dirty dog whose hair is all in mats.
Yep. They obviously don't take care of him.
So when they left and we found out that our cats had fleas... guess who?
So then Pinky gets his annual hair shave, and yep, he had "a mild case of fleas."
Mild. Ahem. Meaning NOT just mild. If it was normal, they would have said, "a case of fleas." No, it was beyong normal, so they had to mention "mild" to make it not sound bad.
Imagine that. Shaving a dog and then fleas pop out everywhere. Gross.
Then my aunt called and asked, "Did my dog give fleas to your cats or your cats give fleas to our dog?"
Um.
UM!!!!!
... "Your dog, of course! He's the only one that goes outside, and he always itches his neck."
"But he itches his neck on a regular basis!"
Poor excuse, cause I'm sorry, your dog has fleas on a regular basis, then.
So now we have to comb EVERY SINGLE FLEA out of our cat's fur. GRR. But I think that they've gone away... But we'll still have to go through the trouble. GRR x Double.
Pinky. (noun) a small, dirty dog whose hair is all in mats.
Yep. They obviously don't take care of him.
So when they left and we found out that our cats had fleas... guess who?
So then Pinky gets his annual hair shave, and yep, he had "a mild case of fleas."
Mild. Ahem. Meaning NOT just mild. If it was normal, they would have said, "a case of fleas." No, it was beyong normal, so they had to mention "mild" to make it not sound bad.
Imagine that. Shaving a dog and then fleas pop out everywhere. Gross.
Then my aunt called and asked, "Did my dog give fleas to your cats or your cats give fleas to our dog?"
Um.
UM!!!!!
... "Your dog, of course! He's the only one that goes outside, and he always itches his neck."
"But he itches his neck on a regular basis!"
Poor excuse, cause I'm sorry, your dog has fleas on a regular basis, then.
So now we have to comb EVERY SINGLE FLEA out of our cat's fur. GRR. But I think that they've gone away... But we'll still have to go through the trouble. GRR x Double.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Class Elections
Nikki ran for president.
So did Garlic.
And, of course, Garlic goes and spends, like $50 on these huge, frosted-sky-high cupcakes with sparkly "M"s on the top.
Sparkly.
Pink.
"M."
A little bit too much for a cupcake, don't you think?
And she won.
Okay, just saying, if our class doesn't have enough money for the Junior-Senior, I know who to blame. I won't be there, anyway...
So did Garlic.
And, of course, Garlic goes and spends, like $50 on these huge, frosted-sky-high cupcakes with sparkly "M"s on the top.
Sparkly.
Pink.
"M."
A little bit too much for a cupcake, don't you think?
And she won.
Okay, just saying, if our class doesn't have enough money for the Junior-Senior, I know who to blame. I won't be there, anyway...
Video
So I made this video with Nikki and Hale this weekend...
They kept going out of camera range... argh!
Yap.
They kept going out of camera range... argh!
Yap.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
*sigh* WORK!!!!! *sigh*
Office Aide for Mrs. Tayl.
"What do you do?"
Well, today I cleaned out the caferteria's lost-and-found cart.
Roll Mrs. Tayl's safety patrol cart (humiliating already, plus it doesn't go where you direct it) to the cafeteria, stack all the stuff on the cart, then roll it back. Over the bumps in which the cart tried to turn over. NOT FUN. I hope no one was watching. See, if Jestar was doing this, he's probably run into a car within the first five minutes. Just kidding, but maybe so...
I didn't like that.
Then after the bell rang I had to bring all the stuff we decided was for secondary over to the library.
Arms. Stacked. FULL. Of. Sweaty. Jackets.
Gross!
And then in Drama we "went through "Readin', Ritin', and Rithmetic'" BUT the way Mrs. Nest does it is she chooses people out of the random to read. What you have to under stand here is that our class has about 7 people that would maybe be worth reading parts.
Okay, then. But the worst part? Someone reads what's in the parentheses. Like-
SAM (questioningly)- Will Skandar ever stop eating Nutella?
So including the previous line it would sound like this-
"Why is there an alpaca on my couch?"
"Questioningly."
"Will Skandar ever stop eating Nutella?"
I.
CAN'T.
STAND.
THIS!!!!!!!
"What do you do?"
Well, today I cleaned out the caferteria's lost-and-found cart.
Roll Mrs. Tayl's safety patrol cart (humiliating already, plus it doesn't go where you direct it) to the cafeteria, stack all the stuff on the cart, then roll it back. Over the bumps in which the cart tried to turn over. NOT FUN. I hope no one was watching. See, if Jestar was doing this, he's probably run into a car within the first five minutes. Just kidding, but maybe so...
I didn't like that.
Then after the bell rang I had to bring all the stuff we decided was for secondary over to the library.
Arms. Stacked. FULL. Of. Sweaty. Jackets.
Gross!
And then in Drama we "went through "Readin', Ritin', and Rithmetic'" BUT the way Mrs. Nest does it is she chooses people out of the random to read. What you have to under stand here is that our class has about 7 people that would maybe be worth reading parts.
Okay, then. But the worst part? Someone reads what's in the parentheses. Like-
SAM (questioningly)- Will Skandar ever stop eating Nutella?
So including the previous line it would sound like this-
"Why is there an alpaca on my couch?"
"Questioningly."
"Will Skandar ever stop eating Nutella?"
I.
CAN'T.
STAND.
THIS!!!!!!!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Band Concert
So. Band concert.
It went well.
Except for the fact that I had to keep my flute warm through the 5 and 6 grade bands.
Junior High Band.
Um... we did okay. Definately better than the first concert. It was actually pretty good for our band.
High School Band.
Polly and her electric stand... *shakes head and smirks*
We did pretty well.
Um... second song.
Flower Duet.
Meaning Polly and my duet.
Mr. Plard's best plan is that we get up and walk across the whole 'stage' to the side. And, of course, Polly brings the stand. Which takes a few seconds to situate.
So right before we get up, Polly's like, "Uh... great..." and I'm like... "Uh... I know, right?"
And it kinda takes her forever to get across the podium for some reason. So we get to our places. I look over the crowd, look at Polly, look at Mr. Plard, look at my family, look at my music, look at Mollipop's brother licking his saxophone *gross*, look away, look at Nicole, oh, music's starting! look at my music. Watch Polly out of the corner of my eye to make sure we put up our flutes at the exact same time. Cause that's just what flutists like to do.
And we start. I'm sounding good today. Haha. We keep playing. Soon I feel completely comfortable, I wasn't even nervous at all. I listened to her, and she listened to me, and it fit together like a puzzle...
Okay. *fluting* Um. Gulp. Now comes the real duet, the few measures where it's just her and me.
And it goes amazing. We even come up for air at the exact same time! Whew!
So after we finish, Polly kinda smiles at me and I smile back, but inside I was completely bursting. On the way back to our chairs, Mrs. Paytoll says, "Good job, girls!"
And then the rest of the concert. Then the end.
"Nice job, Polly!"
"No, I messed up so bad... but you covered up for me."
"I didn't notice you messing up..."
"You did really good, too!"
So, yeah. I take a picture with her (upon my mother's request, of course) and other people. Then I kinda feel famous cause everyone's going all, "That was amazing!" over me...
It was nice.
AND JESTAR WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!
...while Sam was 'mentally abusing' him... that was amusing.
Nice actually seeing you again, Jestar. :)
It went well.
Except for the fact that I had to keep my flute warm through the 5 and 6 grade bands.
Junior High Band.
Um... we did okay. Definately better than the first concert. It was actually pretty good for our band.
High School Band.
Polly and her electric stand... *shakes head and smirks*
We did pretty well.
Um... second song.
Flower Duet.
Meaning Polly and my duet.
Mr. Plard's best plan is that we get up and walk across the whole 'stage' to the side. And, of course, Polly brings the stand. Which takes a few seconds to situate.
So right before we get up, Polly's like, "Uh... great..." and I'm like... "Uh... I know, right?"
And it kinda takes her forever to get across the podium for some reason. So we get to our places. I look over the crowd, look at Polly, look at Mr. Plard, look at my family, look at my music, look at Mollipop's brother licking his saxophone *gross*, look away, look at Nicole, oh, music's starting! look at my music. Watch Polly out of the corner of my eye to make sure we put up our flutes at the exact same time. Cause that's just what flutists like to do.
And we start. I'm sounding good today. Haha. We keep playing. Soon I feel completely comfortable, I wasn't even nervous at all. I listened to her, and she listened to me, and it fit together like a puzzle...
Okay. *fluting* Um. Gulp. Now comes the real duet, the few measures where it's just her and me.
And it goes amazing. We even come up for air at the exact same time! Whew!
So after we finish, Polly kinda smiles at me and I smile back, but inside I was completely bursting. On the way back to our chairs, Mrs. Paytoll says, "Good job, girls!"
And then the rest of the concert. Then the end.
"Nice job, Polly!"
"No, I messed up so bad... but you covered up for me."
"I didn't notice you messing up..."
"You did really good, too!"
So, yeah. I take a picture with her (upon my mother's request, of course) and other people. Then I kinda feel famous cause everyone's going all, "That was amazing!" over me...
It was nice.
AND JESTAR WAS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!
...while Sam was 'mentally abusing' him... that was amusing.
Nice actually seeing you again, Jestar. :)
Rosedale
So about our NJHS trip to Rosedale.
That was the day of our band concert, so Mr. Plard made Nikki, Rice, Read, and I stay for High School Band.
And we miss the egg-hiding part.
WHICH WAS PROBABLY THE MOST FUN EVENT.
So we get there in time to 'pair up' with kids.
I gotta admit, some kids I just... did not want to be paired up with.
Eventually... Nikki, Hale, and I went to this one kid named Jay who was in a wheelchair. He had a lady pushing his wheelchair, so he pretty much had four people on him. He didn't seem to pay any attention to us, so the Easter egg hunt went as follows-
One of us picks up and egg and puts it in front of him. "Look, Jay, I found and egg! Want to put it in your basket?" then attempts to put it in his hand and somewhat aims it at the bag. He missed about 96% of the time. We ended up finding about twelve eggs, one of which he had a possiblilty of maybe actually seeing himself.
Then we played Bingo. No luck. He had this recordy-thing that Nikki, Hale, and I recorded all three of us saying, "Happy Easter!" on.
Then we left.
That was the day of our band concert, so Mr. Plard made Nikki, Rice, Read, and I stay for High School Band.
And we miss the egg-hiding part.
WHICH WAS PROBABLY THE MOST FUN EVENT.
So we get there in time to 'pair up' with kids.
I gotta admit, some kids I just... did not want to be paired up with.
Eventually... Nikki, Hale, and I went to this one kid named Jay who was in a wheelchair. He had a lady pushing his wheelchair, so he pretty much had four people on him. He didn't seem to pay any attention to us, so the Easter egg hunt went as follows-
One of us picks up and egg and puts it in front of him. "Look, Jay, I found and egg! Want to put it in your basket?" then attempts to put it in his hand and somewhat aims it at the bag. He missed about 96% of the time. We ended up finding about twelve eggs, one of which he had a possiblilty of maybe actually seeing himself.
Then we played Bingo. No luck. He had this recordy-thing that Nikki, Hale, and I recorded all three of us saying, "Happy Easter!" on.
Then we left.
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