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I had a good day. Such is an unusual occurrence; usually, my days are mediocre. But today, I had a good day. Left school as soon as I got there, to go to the Name That Book contest. We were going to win, we had no missed questions... then, we missed the last two and got third place. Oh well. I was content anyway. There were only six prizes, because officially, you're only supposed to have five on a team and one alternate, but we had two (the people who read the fewest books, of which I was one, because I only read six of those on the list). So Mr. Gibson, our English teacher, being the insanely nice man he is (though he doesn't show it and you can't tell him he is), held all the prizes back until he can go get another one so the other alternate and I don't have to share. Guess what the prize is. I dare you. It's a $50 gift certificate to Barnes & Noble. You know how much damage I can do with that?
So then Mr. Gibson took us out to Jason's Deli for lunch after the thing, and PAID for it. What is with this guy? It was a good lunch, too. I was stuffed (Maverick Wrap is good, and I ate the rest of somebody's chicken salad she couldn't finish). It was gooood. And then we went back to school. I had half an hour left of History, and it was fun; we're studying perspectives in history textbooks, so we're writing an entry in a textbook trying to be unbiased. Our group chose the reinstatement of Chavez (we had to choose out of today's newspaper). It ought to be interesting.
And then, we had a good Symphony rehearsal. The conductor was in a good mood, even though we were misbehaving, and he made a binch of jokes, and we got a lot done, and we really got into it, and there was no playing test. That Tchaikovsky could just wring your heart out if you let it. Such passion, such drama. The poor guy was gay, and his love was forbidden, so he wrote it into his music, and your can see how he thought of himself. Everything is trying to be like everybody else, but it's slightly twisted, it's different, it's not quite right, no matter how sweet and lovely it is. It's so moving.
Ten minutes into 20th Century Music Literature, I got the counselor call, and after waiting forever to be let into her office, we discussed what classes I would take next year. AP Eng III, AP World His, AP Precal, and, if she can wangle the schedule right, I can do AP Bio II AND AP Physics both in the same year, because my foreign language slot is open because I want Latin and I'm gonna take a correspondence course. She also gave me an info sheet and an application for this really cool UT Austin distance-learning thing, where they'll give you a credit in whatever for taking their test. They offer German I and II, and I took through lvl III last summer, so I could get those and have credits in Latin AND German, without ever taking either class in school. I'm excited. You people will have to help me with my homework next year, though, cause I'm gonna have a lot of it. Oh well. I need no social life. Never really had one anyway. Not on weekdays. All my people (all three of them) can't play on weekdays anyway. Yes, I still play. Fwe.
So then Mr. Gibson took us out to Jason's Deli for lunch after the thing, and PAID for it. What is with this guy? It was a good lunch, too. I was stuffed (Maverick Wrap is good, and I ate the rest of somebody's chicken salad she couldn't finish). It was gooood. And then we went back to school. I had half an hour left of History, and it was fun; we're studying perspectives in history textbooks, so we're writing an entry in a textbook trying to be unbiased. Our group chose the reinstatement of Chavez (we had to choose out of today's newspaper). It ought to be interesting.
And then, we had a good Symphony rehearsal. The conductor was in a good mood, even though we were misbehaving, and he made a binch of jokes, and we got a lot done, and we really got into it, and there was no playing test. That Tchaikovsky could just wring your heart out if you let it. Such passion, such drama. The poor guy was gay, and his love was forbidden, so he wrote it into his music, and your can see how he thought of himself. Everything is trying to be like everybody else, but it's slightly twisted, it's different, it's not quite right, no matter how sweet and lovely it is. It's so moving.
Ten minutes into 20th Century Music Literature, I got the counselor call, and after waiting forever to be let into her office, we discussed what classes I would take next year. AP Eng III, AP World His, AP Precal, and, if she can wangle the schedule right, I can do AP Bio II AND AP Physics both in the same year, because my foreign language slot is open because I want Latin and I'm gonna take a correspondence course. She also gave me an info sheet and an application for this really cool UT Austin distance-learning thing, where they'll give you a credit in whatever for taking their test. They offer German I and II, and I took through lvl III last summer, so I could get those and have credits in Latin AND German, without ever taking either class in school. I'm excited. You people will have to help me with my homework next year, though, cause I'm gonna have a lot of it. Oh well. I need no social life. Never really had one anyway. Not on weekdays. All my people (all three of them) can't play on weekdays anyway. Yes, I still play. Fwe.
