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I always feel so unreal after naps in the daytime... I missed a chunk of the day and I don't know what happened to it and I'm dizzy. My perceptions are all slightly off, and my muscles are excessively relaxed. I bet I could do the splits.
Yep.
Writing was a snap, Literature was either an ace or a bomb (I finished it in twenty minutes), and I really don't know about World History. Literally. I didn't know a few of the referenced historical figures or groups or civilizations. I mean, sure, it's been two years since I opened a World History book (more, really, because we never used the book sophomore year), but at least I guess well. I dunno how it'll turn out. I'm not stressed, just not expecting over whatever the equivalent of a B is on this test (how do they score these things, anyway?).
There was an HSC rehearsal today (don't ask me why, for this pitiful Christmas music), to which I walked from Agnes Arnold Hall after the testing was over. I made it to the Moores School right as the pops people were let out, and saw Bill drive out of Entrance 15 as I rounded the corner. So I didn't have to be in the pops rehearsal. However, there was a tacky little after-rehearsal workshop to the people who sing the octet gigs, teaching us stuff like how to find our notes from the pitchpipe, how to sing in an ensemble... and we just rehearsed the christmas carols. Bad.
It was eventually over, though, and we headed over to the after-rehearsal outing place, and there was nobody there. I read Trainspotting and annoyedly answered mama's conversational overtures, till Bill and his son and a woman named Caroline (not in the chorus) arrived. Bill is impressing me less and less as a figure of intelligence, since conversing with him on AIM. It was kind of an annoyed type of day, till I got home and read more Trainspotting and went to sleep. I was going to finish it and give it back to Salad, but he had a final this morning (U of H doctoral work, one class at the moment) so we didn't see him.
Anyway, now I'm home and don't feel like doing work, but kinda looking forward to tomorrow. I get to go to a madrigal gig instead of an HSC octet gig.
Yep.
Writing was a snap, Literature was either an ace or a bomb (I finished it in twenty minutes), and I really don't know about World History. Literally. I didn't know a few of the referenced historical figures or groups or civilizations. I mean, sure, it's been two years since I opened a World History book (more, really, because we never used the book sophomore year), but at least I guess well. I dunno how it'll turn out. I'm not stressed, just not expecting over whatever the equivalent of a B is on this test (how do they score these things, anyway?).
There was an HSC rehearsal today (don't ask me why, for this pitiful Christmas music), to which I walked from Agnes Arnold Hall after the testing was over. I made it to the Moores School right as the pops people were let out, and saw Bill drive out of Entrance 15 as I rounded the corner. So I didn't have to be in the pops rehearsal. However, there was a tacky little after-rehearsal workshop to the people who sing the octet gigs, teaching us stuff like how to find our notes from the pitchpipe, how to sing in an ensemble... and we just rehearsed the christmas carols. Bad.
It was eventually over, though, and we headed over to the after-rehearsal outing place, and there was nobody there. I read Trainspotting and annoyedly answered mama's conversational overtures, till Bill and his son and a woman named Caroline (not in the chorus) arrived. Bill is impressing me less and less as a figure of intelligence, since conversing with him on AIM. It was kind of an annoyed type of day, till I got home and read more Trainspotting and went to sleep. I was going to finish it and give it back to Salad, but he had a final this morning (U of H doctoral work, one class at the moment) so we didn't see him.
Anyway, now I'm home and don't feel like doing work, but kinda looking forward to tomorrow. I get to go to a madrigal gig instead of an HSC octet gig.
