3 down, 1 to go.
I know it's a little late but we won NESBA Finals! So, that's two NESBA titles. It's not as many as five, but I'm cool with that. There are two sides to this. IF, we lose (large if) ever, I'm probably going to be the worst loser ever. But, then again, we can't ever lose again. So that's good. My parents still can't believe I was actually in the guard. They think I'm like totally incapable of doing anything other than play my clarinet, which is almost true.
Unfortunately, we can't live in the afterglow of winning forever. I am three fourths of the way into my freshman year. Thank god. I won't ever have to be the baby again AND I am that much closer to getting away from my loser class. My class is the worst. Everyone is either an idiot or weird. There are like 10 who are actually normal. Out of 250. Whatever. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail geometry this term considering my teacher doesn't know a square from a circle, nevermind how to teach anything about either of them. He makes me want to hurt a child. But, whatever. I only have one term left, I can do this. I also have 10 million things to do, many of which I need my clarinet to accomplish. My mouth will probably fall of but I quess I'll have to deal. I have to learn some wonderful music fit for a wind ensemble played by the concert band, which is mostly full of people who couldn't give a damn. I also have to prepare a solo for a stupid recital in a month that I knew nothing about until Monday when dumbass Mr. Conant decided to tell us about it. I ALSO have to keep Mr. Alberta from killing me because I apparently can't play the clarinet for my life. Coming from the man who created music, this is not good. I have officially begun to practice two hours a night, which is STILL not enough. I should really stop trying to please everyone, or anyone because it is clearly not working. dahgoaisdfuoiadjs. Oh yeah, the concert band got a silver. Yippee. And I got into wind ensemble next year. Yippee! Anyway, I think I should go do the ten pounds of homework I have plus the 2 projects I have to work on. I. Hate. High school. Oh, yeah after 80 years we are finally getting a brand new high school. Yippee.
Unfortunately, we can't live in the afterglow of winning forever. I am three fourths of the way into my freshman year. Thank god. I won't ever have to be the baby again AND I am that much closer to getting away from my loser class. My class is the worst. Everyone is either an idiot or weird. There are like 10 who are actually normal. Out of 250. Whatever. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fail geometry this term considering my teacher doesn't know a square from a circle, nevermind how to teach anything about either of them. He makes me want to hurt a child. But, whatever. I only have one term left, I can do this. I also have 10 million things to do, many of which I need my clarinet to accomplish. My mouth will probably fall of but I quess I'll have to deal. I have to learn some wonderful music fit for a wind ensemble played by the concert band, which is mostly full of people who couldn't give a damn. I also have to prepare a solo for a stupid recital in a month that I knew nothing about until Monday when dumbass Mr. Conant decided to tell us about it. I ALSO have to keep Mr. Alberta from killing me because I apparently can't play the clarinet for my life. Coming from the man who created music, this is not good. I have officially begun to practice two hours a night, which is STILL not enough. I should really stop trying to please everyone, or anyone because it is clearly not working. dahgoaisdfuoiadjs. Oh yeah, the concert band got a silver. Yippee. And I got into wind ensemble next year. Yippee! Anyway, I think I should go do the ten pounds of homework I have plus the 2 projects I have to work on. I. Hate. High school. Oh, yeah after 80 years we are finally getting a brand new high school. Yippee.