TGIF? Not so much.

So I believe this was the suckiest Friday of my entire life. High school is not fun. It's not a barrel of monkeys in the slightest way. BLAH.

So let's start with global studies. ugh. We had a sub today and crazy boys + fridays = chaos and we get nothing done. so we didn't do much that class. Watched a movie about Mao and how he killed millions of people and yet people kissed the ground he walked on. Interesting story.

Band. As usual, sucky. I did well on the test we did. It SHOULD be for the elementary kids it's so easy...but whatcha gonna do. This batch of freshmen honestly don't care about anything. Why marching band is SO. DARN. FRUSTRATING.

Orchestra was fine. As usual. Then EOP came along.

So during EOP (for non-Souderton peeps: 20-25 minutes to do whatever needs to be done, like visit a teacher for help, just hang out, do homework, etc.) So a friend of mine and I went to practice for districts in the practicie room. And I sang. And she basically said that I was bad. Well actually she DID say I was bad. She said that I was 'flat' and how my jump from Db to F was not good. I held my tongue though I would have loved to scream 'Hi, i'm the girl with perfect pitch. I think I know what i'm doing.' But WHAT.EVER. Natalie heard it too and said that it was fine. Just the situation...It bugged me. A LOT. Right when i thought i was prepared...UGH. That insulted me a lot. Natalie flipped out when she heard what this friend said....whatever.

Lunch stinks. I want my old lunch table. So. Badly.

Honors English...got a C- on a pop quiz. lovely.

Biology...down to an 83%. Even more lovely.

Band. Did a run-through in the rain and wind I HATE WIND SO MUCH. GAHHH Rachel and I were standing with one leg back when we had holds. It was awful. Then we ate, packed up and went to north penn for the game. Homecoming + north penn + our wimpy football team (though we HAVE been winning) = disaster. Anyway we warm up (meanwhile, Mike cannot find his shako and garmet bag (containing gloves) and piccolo player Caitlin forgot her piccolo so she had to stand at attention while we performed) and then we end up doing a STANDSTILL which aren't fun. And yeah. Then we came home. And i lost my beret. And my gloves, if I didn't mention. I wore Alyssa's. GAHHHH. I'll just go to bed now, this day must end.

Whitehall comp, at noon tomorrow, homeshow at night. 'Repoitoire' (sp?) on Sunday, church on sunday, youth group. Somewhere there squeeze in reading The Fall of the House of Usher, a lab report and research on the chicken flu. YUM.

~j