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Ho hum, no bassoon lesson after all. Mrs. Kerr never showed, so we went outside and played from the bassoon book for a while. Well, I use "played" in a liberal sense... I was almost playing acceptably, but lord knows what Garrett was doing.
But of course, when I went in, I happened to go up to the office -- who should be there but Mary Kiefer, wielding a deadly sword of reproach. She asked me about the extended essay right off the bat, yet as it turned out, she merely wanted me to get in touch with Sra. Cedeño before much longer. Apparently they're having lunch this Thursday; I should have known they would be in cahoots.
Ms. Mays pointed out how astonished she was that we were seniors already. It really was blindingly fast, in retrospect.
But of course, when I went in, I happened to go up to the office -- who should be there but Mary Kiefer, wielding a deadly sword of reproach. She asked me about the extended essay right off the bat, yet as it turned out, she merely wanted me to get in touch with Sra. Cedeño before much longer. Apparently they're having lunch this Thursday; I should have known they would be in cahoots.
Ms. Mays pointed out how astonished she was that we were seniors already. It really was blindingly fast, in retrospect.