Organizes chaos...
...was what it was.
Choir, I mean.
Yesterday, I had a five hour rehearsal at the local community college and it was tiresome, irksome and useless (I tried to come up with another word ending in "some" to continue the parallelism but obviously failed).
Well, I won't say it was completely useless. There were some moments. But the thing just drained my energy.
My hopes did not come true.
I seemed to have overestimated my memory.
I did not magically memorize the two Latin pieces during the rehearsal.
I hardly cared. I wasn't the only one.
The festival is for all the high schools in the city. Only four of the five came, but with all of their choirs. This was good because it gave me a chance to see some people.
See, I was supposed to go to KHS because that's the high school in my area.
But I actually go to IHS because it's closer, specializes in performing arts and is generally much, much better.
So, when I saw the choir from KHS, I noticed several people whom I had attended junior high with.
Two, to be exact.
They're both guys.
the first I recognized immediately. I forgot the name, but he looked so incredibly familiar so I couldn't stop thinking about him. Then, twenty minutes later, it hit me.
Marshall Rawlinson.
He was my best friend's friend in junior high. Not my friend, though he was friendly. He sat next to me during 8th grade graduation and helped me to rid my flowers of the cockroach that had buried itself in them during the ceremony.
I discovered this last Wednesday, when there was a rehearsal for advanced choir only.
Yesterday, I noticed he spent most of his time talking with someone else who looked just a bit vaguely familiar. This one was not so easy and it took me two hours, but I got there!
Michael Anderson.
He, like Marshall, also attended elementary school with me but he was not my friend. I do remember this one time in 7th grade, right before a dance. He had a girlfriend to go with but his friend didn't so he felt bad and asked me if I'd go with him. I said no.
Naturally, they didn't recognize me. Or perhaps they did and kept it to themselves. After all, I made no effort to speak with them either. I did give Marshall a look but that didn't do anything.
I figured because I had changed so much. I really don't blame them.
Anyway, after our five-hour rehearsal we had our concert from 6-9 PM. During this time, I literally did not sit down. I sort of BS-ed me way through the Latin songs but other than that, it went well considering my legs hurt really bad and my stomach was growling incessantly.
Then I got home, spent two hours doing homework and, unable to stay up any longer, flopped on my bed at 12 AM.
Today at school, my former English teacher gave me a weird look after witnessing a particularly large and embarassing yawn I had done while walking in the hallway. :).