what a year
Now i know what i meant by my friend Brian telling me that senior year was gonna be stressful. Now i wish i would've believed him. I mean sure it has it's good points but just when your having a good time it comes crashing down on you. Like last week i had to quit jazz band, the first band i had joined when i got to high school. Because my research paper teacher lost my paper and wouldn't admit that she lost it. So now Ohrts pissed at me because he thinks i didn't do that, and then you you have the people in jazz band telling him that i did do it, she just lost it. but it goes in one ear and out the other and just doesn't listen. If he doesn't stop yelling and screaming at me for something i didn't do i'm just gonna quit all of it. I won't take it. so i'm in research paper again now 6th hour and now i don't know if i can go to jazz festival, because ohrt's being stubborn. The bad part about all this is that practicing with them 6th hour is not an option. so they don't have a bassist. I was actually this year, now i just want me piece of paper so i can just get the hell out of there.