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So...last night was the last band concert of the year. This morning we did our last band assembly of the year for the whole school. Tomorrow is the last day of jazz band with all the 9th graders there...Friday and Monday the 8th grade jazzers have to be there for "poser band" where everyone who thinks they might want to do jazz next year comes in and gives it a shot before they audition. But I don't know why we have to be there. We're automatically in anyway. So yeah...after tomorrow, no more classes with Liza. Or Ben. Or Duy. Or Mitch. Or Kinsey. Or Andy, Ryan, Spencer, or Daniel. It's kind of depressing, ya know? Plus today is the 2 year anniversary of Uncle Goat's death. What a day.
I learned an important lesson today while cooking dinner. Never, EVER put water in boiling oil. Amen.
I learned an important lesson today while cooking dinner. Never, EVER put water in boiling oil. Amen.