New Blog. New Start.

Okay, I felt like starting up a new blog, just for the heck of it.

Spring Break? Define the term spring. I don't think "spring" includes the fact that we have a nor'easter coming this weekend.

As for "break", it's been a break because I've been too lazy to do everything that's hanging over my head. Still need to read Pedro Paramo for English. Have a TON of CAS paperwork to fill out by the end of the year. I did watch a DVD and do my plan of attack of the extended essay (senior thesis). And there's the TOK essay looming over my head (and I still don't understand what TOK is all about).

However, those are minor concerns compared to : ALL-STATE AUDITIONS COMING UP!!!!! Totally freaking out about that. Plus I have a Friday night time slot, which makes it harder to get a good score. Rawr.

Meanwhile, everyone is talking about and getting ready for prom. I have my dress and everything, and whether or not I get a date is about the least of my concerns right now.

Band wise, I'm really starting to get excited for parade season. And next year's field band season. The principals of each section of the Wind Ensemble did a recording of the parade music for the color guard (What Is Hip? by Tower of Power). It's definately going to take some work, but it has some potential. Plus, Benson says he wants to get the music down BEFORE we try to go outside and march. Hopefully that will make a difference. Even though there's no way we're going to win Colonial Days. And the spring concert is coming up May 7th. I like all the music we're playing- especially Chorale and Shaker Dance.

Finally, as some of you know, this week has been tough on my family. My mom's mother died, as well as her aunt and my goldfish died. (Last one is a little anticlimatic, I know). My grandma was the reason I became a musician in the first place. I owe it all to her. She made me take up piano, and made me practice everyday for a year before I got to decide if I wanted to stop. And by then, I didn't. She's also the one who made me take up a band instrument 3 years later and made me practice the clarinet everyday for a year before I got to decide if I wanted to quit. And of course, I didn't. She also urged me to go out for drum major. She was like a second mother to me. I'm going to miss her terribly. But I know she's in heaven with Jesus, and she can run and see now. Plus, she's probably craking jokes with her dad and singing to her heart's delight. The memorial service will be Tuesday night. And it's only going to be by the Lord's strength that we get through this time.

"And I know, you're dancing with the angels"