The Summer Concert or the 'Summer Serenade'...
At the concert Mr. Glenn was visiting and was wearing the pinkest, floweriest shirt you've ever seen. It was florescent and I was tragically blinded as I entered A13. The concert itself went quite well and I situated myself comfortably under a bench for most of the time. Ms. Lenton-Ward was wearing a reflective jacket that people kept checking their reflection in. After the concert came the thank-yous. I hate thank yous. They are possibly the most boring thing you can experience after an evening of hyper-ventilating and trying to avoid detection by Miss Pickard. Mrs. Allard said that our music 'flew from our mouths like little birds'. Yeah. Whatever.
And I almost forgot! We got the letters about our trip to France! Here are the highlights:
Futuroscope! Wheeee!
Bigot Patissier Chocolatier. I don't know what this is but it sure sounds good!
Bowling. I do what this is and it is good!
It's going to be so much fun! Wheeeeee!
And I almost forgot! We got the letters about our trip to France! Here are the highlights:
Futuroscope! Wheeee!
Bigot Patissier Chocolatier. I don't know what this is but it sure sounds good!
Bowling. I do what this is and it is good!
It's going to be so much fun! Wheeeeee!