Friday May 11- We went to Hokey Pokeys for Math class. It was really, REALLY nice. Later that evening I did my Music homework (which I found out today that when I went in afterschool to find out from Benson what the assignment was since I didn't pay attention he told me the wrong amount of measures to transpose so I ended up doing more work than I needed to). Then Mom put my hair in rags.
Saturday May 12- Hung out around the house with my hair in rags. Jen stopped by to pick something up and laughed at me. Later that evening, I went to Sarah Jane's house for pictures, then Spencers for dinner then up to the prom. Tricia (our driver) was late getting to Sarah's, and then we had to wait about 20 min for a table. Tricia and I ended up sharing out meals with each other, in a really weird way. And of course, Tricia ate all the free bread she could get (since that girl can't eat anything else). We then loaded everybody up and headed to the prom. We hung out there for quite a while. Tricia and I walked around taking pictures for yearbook. Well, Tricia took pictures while I made various lists (best dancers, worst dancer, most awkward couple, funniest guy, etc) to keep ourselves entertained. After that we went to Campbell to take Geoff home (Tricia's date) and then we headed to Zoe's house in Addison. Tricia's gas tank read empty. And then we got lost. Lost in the middle of nowhere, past midnight and no idea how much gas we actually had left. That was a lot of fun. When we finally got to Zoe's (after about an hour), Tricia and I hit the sack asap. The next morning we had cinnamon rolls for breakfast before everyone headed out around noon.
Sunday May 13- I was attempting to function on 6 hours of sleep. Some of those hours were spent getting attacked by Zoe's dog Sophie, who thought it would be fun to trying to burrow into my sleeping bag. So I came home, took a shower, started watching "Man of the Year" with my mom and then headed off to Youth Orchestra. I was told that I needed to play out (actually, I was just lost, something to do with lack of sleep) and make boring parts exciting (as House would say "How can you make the sky green? You can't make the uninteresting interesting"). But that's just Kelley for you.
**NOTE: The above portioned I had saved from a while ago, and I just found time tonight to write an update. So, I don't really remember anything from the last week that happened. Which is terrible news, I'm sure.***
This past weekend was the last weekend of Youth Orchestra. We had a rehearsal Friday (18th) night, followed by a 3 hours rehearsal the next day. On Sunday we had a rehearsal and then the concert. The best part would have to be when Kelley told me that I was "sitting in a black vortex of death". Something to do with not being able to hear me play, I think. Maybe he was trying to be funny. Which didn't work. One of his EFA students told me that he's the same way in school. I pity her. I'd hate to have a band director who has trouble telling jokes. (Benson just tells really bad or inappropriate jokes, but he is able to tell them) The concert went really well. I didn't screw up on my solos which is always a plus. On Saturday (I know, I'm skipping around), I wrote my TOK essay. And it wasn't that great. I didn't actually come to any point. But that's the point of TOK, right??
Since then, I've gotten either a cold or hayfever. Either way, I'm walking around school with a tissue box again. And it's terrible that I can't breathe, because that means no clarinet (not good) and my voice is iffy which makes drum majoring (yelling out commands) hard. And I'm not showing any signs of improvement. I need to get better by the parade since being sick and trying to lead the band isn't number one on my priority list.
Oh yeah, the Band Banquet was Tuesday night. It was a lot of fun. The slideshow was long. And Benson didn't really use discretion in his choice of background music. In other words, he's an idiot. Not a new revelation. The amazing band officers gave out some great awards. Goben got the "high eFfort" award for alwaysing having to play high Fs in his music/solos. Ashley got the lieteniate award for being the most amazing #2 person in any section. Katie C (flute) and Frankie (tuba) got "looks most like their instrument". Phil (not Jeremy) got "deer in the headlights" award. John Zack can't walk, so he got the "happy feet" award. Drumline got an awa4rd for having to do the most push-ups at band camp. And the Trojettes got the award for the most improvement "Improvement- that's the way we do it in America". Chris L got an award for "most likely to return to band camp for the rest of his life". Then there were other boring, serious awards. Drum majors got special recognition for (allegedly) helping make the transition between band directors smooth. Chris L got the Band Boosters award (money). Then the seniors got their cords and their parting gift was their old folder. I'm going to miss them so much! (Okay, so I say that every year, but every year it's true....it's like I don't get to know people until they're seniors)
We've been trying different experiments with the band in the morning to see how loud people can play with or without their sections and number two people. It's been pretty interesting. Most of the sections are getting better each time. At least that's what I keep telling myself. I could just be entirely delusional.
I'm sick and tired of IB!!! And of supposedly having assignments but not having teachers (Conway has an excuse, his wife had the twins). Caulfield will be back tomorrow, so that will be refreshing to have an English teacher again. Meanwhile, in Spanish we actually have to work. Hurd's class is the same as always. In Music we've divided into 3 groups: SL kids doing whatever; HC is working with Beth and Ashley on their compositions; Marty and I are with Benson (go figure).
Side commentary/complaining: IT WAS SOOOOO HOT TODAY!!!!! And we had to go outside for gym! On the turf! I thought I was going to die of heat exhaustion.
My final thought: Where would civilization be without Kleenex?
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