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I am messed up, you know that?
I switched from Bio2 to Economics because the teacher was not good and I think the subject will be more interesting. Plus, iives me another class with B. Now there are only 2 I don't have with him: Physics and English. I have strings while he has Physics, he has Physics while I have English
The orchestra rehearsal last night was enlightening; it's quite nice to know what the accompaniment sounds like (as well as Scott can improvise something to go with the chords we have, he can't pull stuff out of the air). I was banging my head (privately) against the walls when Mama decided to stay and listen to the Symphony rehearsal after ours let out, instead of going to The Tavern with Bill and Linda and Lisa and Sally and.... Salad. I must admit, however, that I did enjoy watching the rehearsal, though occasionally swallowing some tears (stupid, stupid). We stopped by the Tavern on the way home to see if anybosy was still there, and tried to go in when we saw them in the courtyard, but apparently no minors are allowed after 9:00 because the full bar starts then...? So we talked forlornly through the iron bars that fence the courtyard, and they were all indignant that I wasn't allowed in. Like I hadn't seen drunk people before...:) People started leaving right after we got there, so they came out and hung out with us a bit, and Bill gave me a ride to our car (it was a long parking lot) on his moped (fun!).
The first concert's tonight. There's another one tomorrow and Sunday. It's Friday night and people don't work on weekends; maybe we'll hang out really late (hopehopehopehope). I haven't found Norton Anthology yet, but I'm sure I can make up something to sustain the impression he has that I'm marginally intelligent...Well, that's not fair, I don't really know what impression he has of me. Gaaaaah, I know what impression I have of me! Stupid, stupid, stupid. The mantra I have taken up regarding this indubitably unhealthy occurence. I started saying it on the first day of Mexico City. Grargh.
I switched from Bio2 to Economics because the teacher was not good and I think the subject will be more interesting. Plus, iives me another class with B. Now there are only 2 I don't have with him: Physics and English. I have strings while he has Physics, he has Physics while I have English
The orchestra rehearsal last night was enlightening; it's quite nice to know what the accompaniment sounds like (as well as Scott can improvise something to go with the chords we have, he can't pull stuff out of the air). I was banging my head (privately) against the walls when Mama decided to stay and listen to the Symphony rehearsal after ours let out, instead of going to The Tavern with Bill and Linda and Lisa and Sally and.... Salad. I must admit, however, that I did enjoy watching the rehearsal, though occasionally swallowing some tears (stupid, stupid). We stopped by the Tavern on the way home to see if anybosy was still there, and tried to go in when we saw them in the courtyard, but apparently no minors are allowed after 9:00 because the full bar starts then...? So we talked forlornly through the iron bars that fence the courtyard, and they were all indignant that I wasn't allowed in. Like I hadn't seen drunk people before...:) People started leaving right after we got there, so they came out and hung out with us a bit, and Bill gave me a ride to our car (it was a long parking lot) on his moped (fun!).
The first concert's tonight. There's another one tomorrow and Sunday. It's Friday night and people don't work on weekends; maybe we'll hang out really late (hopehopehopehope). I haven't found Norton Anthology yet, but I'm sure I can make up something to sustain the impression he has that I'm marginally intelligent...Well, that's not fair, I don't really know what impression he has of me. Gaaaaah, I know what impression I have of me! Stupid, stupid, stupid. The mantra I have taken up regarding this indubitably unhealthy occurence. I started saying it on the first day of Mexico City. Grargh.
