Day 75: A Tired Day, A Pleasant Surprise and My Undying Hatred For In-Class Essays

You have all met Jose the one of the left and the little girl(who is actually a freshman) is his little sister Natalie who has taken the pictures quite a bit. My friend Ian Hazell has takes them quite often and so he did today.

During the entirety of this week I have felt tired, everyday. I go to sleep at the time that I usually do, but this week though has been a mental struggle to stay awake and it's really hard to stay awake sometimes and I don't know why this has happened so suddenly.

When I arrived home today I decided to pop in the second season of Gilmore Girls because I have a love for that show and I own the first two seasons of it and it's pretty great. As I was watching I get a ring on my door bell and it's Elizabeth. I was confused, very confused as to why she showed up so suddenly, but I guess she wanted to hang out. I had a great time with her today, it really made my day. It's not the first time she has showed up so unexpectedly at my doorstep.

So let me tell you about essays, in-class ones in particular. I feel like I have so much that I can write, but starting it all off is the hardest part and every time I write one I feel like I spend all of my time writing my first two paragraphs and the rest are OK. I did feel really confident in my last paragraphs, I felt like I had it in lock and that I wrapped it all up really well.

That all folks!

Day 73 and 74

Day 74

I didn't realize that it was Wednesday till I arrived to my 7th period.

Not the most productive day in the world but it was alright. I guess I'll tell you what I did today.

1) I cleaned(the workout) 110 lbs in weight training, my new max.
2) I climbed a wall to unlock a door in one fluid motion.
3) I slept through my alarm clock.
4) I had my counselor write a letter or recommendation.
5) I now have to play the waiting game.

That is all for this day and now onto yesterday...

Day 73

I was so active yesterday that I didn't take my picture so that I could run to my mom's house then get on the bus to get home at a different bus stop.

Later I got home and played Team Fortress 2 for an hour and a half.

Then I went and met up with a friend at Starbucks.

Afterwards I went to my crew meeting.

In the end I hottubbed with Elizabeth for about 10 minutes then she left, but she could have stayed longer, but alas she did not.

That was my productive day.

Day 72: And Reality Comes Back

I had to school today for the first time in a week.

I totally remembered that I have college stuff to do and school and other things. I also found out today that I never finished signing up for the ACT or the SAT and I missed the late deadline for the test sign up in December which is the last one I can take that colleges will accept. I am in trouble. This means that I will either have to start school in the Spring or wait a year to go to school or go to a community college. None of these I want to do. Why must things be so hard and bad and to top it all off I don't have enough money to go on my band trip to play at the Kennedy Center. I feel so distraught and and sad and angry, Why must things be so hard?!

I hope things get better...

Day 71: My Ukrainian Substitute Teacher and My Assistance

Mr. Abigana was gone today so we had a sub today. She is from the Ukraine and I asked her about her accent and I told her it was Ukrainian and she was surprised, really surprised. I already knew she was because I remember Mr.A saying it all the time and her almost undetectable accent. She was really surprised that I have four music classes a day. I think she was a great sub and hopefully she'll be the one to take over for Mr.A when he leaves next year.

Today during lunch I helped Eka the Gerogian. I taught her how to use MLA style formatting for papers and works cited pages and she was really happy. She called me her savior and that she would remember it for the rest of her life. It was weird that she did. She said she couldn't express her gratitude for me helping her that she actually gave me a hug. I was surprised by it, but I knew she was truly grateful for me helping her. I actually felt proud. It made my day.

Next week is Thanksgiving so I do not have school so expect nothing from me.

Day 70: The Eastern Bloc

I could talk about my day and how it went and my epic quest to find a toilette in my school, but no, I will talk about three foreign girls.

Today we had three girls talk about their home countries and they're all from the eastern block countries.

Eka, the Georgian. She is a girl from Georgia(the country). She is a senior who came as a foreign exchange student from a company called FLEX. Georgia is Greek for farming land or something like that and they have amazing videos and their food involves meat and cheese and they had an armed conflict with Russia and people died and traditional Georgian dancing clothes for women look like Disney princess dresses and involves a lot of dancing. They are cool. She is my classmate and sits diagonal from me.

Anastasia, the Russian. She gave my class a presentation about her city in Russia called Aksay. It is a suburb in a city and there is golfing and a military museum and a WWII memorial. Underneath the city there is a labyrinth and no one knows it's origins. It was once used by the military, but then everyone died and no one knows why. They also like to remix opera and make it techno. Anastasia gave me her Russian flag. It was awesome.

Natasha, the Ukrainian. According to her, Ukraine is the breadbasket of Europe by having the most fertile fields in Europe and mostly farming . The Blue represents the sky and freedom while the yellow represents it's vast grain fields and fertility. They are also cool because their ancient warriors had pony tales and she feels homesick by looking at the train station picture in her city makes her homesick. I wanted her flag, but it was big and she needed to, but because of her I was able to get the Russian flag.

All of the minus Eka go to Pioneer. They are all really cool girls and their accents are pretty cool.

That reminds me that tomorrow in music I'm going to have a Ukrainian violinist as my sub...

Day 69: The An Intense Essay and Britannica

This is how I felt as I ran to the bus with Simon and realized that I could not take my picture.

In the past I have written about my torment of writing essays for my English class, well I wrote a four page essay that was about Pro-Life and Pro-Choice view points of abortion. It took me only 6 hours, but worth it.

I've gained a new nickname, Britannica. Yes, exactly like the encyclopedia. Mr. A decided that i just know everything that I am the new Avery(I'll explain him and his genius later) that I might as well be an encyclopedia and he's going to call me Britannica from now on. I've never had a nickname before, but Britannica still sounds cool.

Day 68: More SMG, Post-Modern DnD, and A Horrendous Book also, Choir Sucked Today

Left-to-Right: Jose the Antihero, Kevin(me) the Hero, and Simon the Hero of Heroes

So more Stock Market fun in Mr. Johnson's class! We were given a worksheet to do and  my monitor was acting up and it was flashing green and I'm quite sure the computer was having a seizure.

On the bus ride home today Simon and I talked about a post- modern game of DnD that he's been working and was explaining the world and the future and crazy nonsense and a dragon meteor that divided the U.S. and a guy named Mr. Johnson who is not an Econ/ Gov't teacher. It's all getting quite exciting.

*If you feel you get offended easily about any political or religious reason, ect. please do not read the following paragraph*

I have an essay in my English class due Friday(I do way to many in that class) and it has to be a minimum of four pages and I chose my book about abortion titled Abortion: Opposing Viewpoints. It has scared me. I have learned more about certain things that I would rather not know about because of it. It earns it merits by having both Pro-Life and Pro-Choice views on each subject of this matter. My brain still burns from it. I need to write this essay and be done with it.

I forgot to mention that singing in Choir today was horrible. I was, nor anyone else was content with this rehearsal. It was just a bad day for singing. We gained new a member though, straight from Reno, Nevada. 

This blog post was absolutely not in chronological order.

Day 67: The Stock Market, Essays and Physical Punishment

Let me tell you about my Economics class. For the first 30 minutes or so of class we sat in out desks as my Econ teacher tried to print some papers and bash his computer. So we went to the library to diversify our stock portfolio. It was a great period. That is all.

I have an essay due Friday on a book that I have yet to read for my English class, and I barely picked a book out today. I need to read it by at least tomorrow night or Wednesday and then write an essay. Isn't my life great? Hooray for procrastination!

While we are on the topic of my English class we started a new article and this one is about physical punishment as a for a discipline. We debated all period and everyone gave their "ethos" as they made their statements. I felt like I became closer to them today, I know more about their upbringing and about their lives and their families. I feel like a bond was made. I guess I established a social link with them.

Did I mention that my book is titled "Abortion"?

Day: 62-66 I Don't Even Know Anymore

Monday:

Tuesday:

Thursday or Friday:

I still don't remember this week. I remember frustration after frustration. I don't even know anymore. I think I have too much stress about everything, which is stupid. I remember having a concert on Tuesday for the Veterans. That was just about it. 

I think there may be something wrong with my head.

Day: 57-61

Halloween(Monday):

Tuesday:

Thursday:

Friday:

The only day worth noting is Halloween in which I sat on Elizabeth's couch and awkwardly listened to her mom talk about their long lost cat which they just found that day, which is good, but it was just awkward, so awkward.

The rest of this week I felt miserable, very very miserable. For stupid reason because I have a stupid head with stupid thoughts and stupid frustrations that are just stupid. Stupid.

Ghosts and Sanctuary

Day:53-56

Tuesday:

Thursday:

Friday:

This week, was just bland and uneventful and not that special and filled with busy work. I don't remember any of it.

 I didn't take a picture on Wednesday because I busy.

Day 52: My "New" Dream and A Bland Day

It was a bland day, for the most part except somethings that were cool.

So back in February, Simon and I decided that we were going to become Christmas Tree farmers in Clear Lake in California and during the off season we were going to have a bought where we were going to go around the lake and people would hire us to give messages and we would be modern day Troubadours! Then I found out that opening up a Russo-Jewish restaurant would be also awesome, so I've decided to do the two. I'm going to also have a bought were I would make deliveries on it. It's going to be great!

At my restaurant, we would serve Borscht, Motzaball soup, and donuts. Like a Tim Horton's, but Russian and Jewish.

Day 51: I Think I Wrote Another Essay?

 

I did not write one today, but in total, I wrote a total of five essays this week, one more than anticipated. I still hated it.

The reason why I didn't write another one was because I had to go to RCIA and three things made it go well. Here are the reasons in orders.

1: I had coffee before it and during, so I stayed awake.
2: "Jesus...was a swell guy.'-my teacher.
3: The lovely Elizabeth brought me warm pie and a can of whipped cream to put it on. My day was made.

Day 50: Essays

I need to apologize for the lack of updates last week. Let me use one word: Essays.

I wrote an essay the night before, it turns out I misread the prompt, and I had to write an brand new essay. Today, i wrote three essays. It took me about seven hours to do. Do I regret doing them, yes. Do I wish I wouldn't have to, yes. Did I hate my life a bit, yes.

It goes to show, that English class, isn't always fun and essays are the bane of my existence.

Day 49: New Shirt

I am seriously tired of all of this nonsense.

We've been having a lot drumline drama because our leader was being challenged. Then we had a meeting about it, it didn't really help, all it was bring out grievances and people trying to cover for themselves because no one wants to be blamed.

We had ANOTHER meeting today. Instead of having all of the drumline, we only had about 5 of us and it was even harder. Ian was changing subjects a lot, but then again it's hard for him to stay on subject and he always has this comedic way to his words that is good for relief, but our leadering mean, Tyler, is always being mean towards him. Then we didn't get much done except establish that out Tyler doesn't like the idea of using the song "Seven Nation Army" as a cadence and would rather use something that he got from a retired marching band direct from the Midwest. Also they harped a lot on two other members Jose and Parker( whom people are always mean toward).

Oh the joys of our little dysfunctional group...

Day 48: There's A 47 Somewhere...

As explanation for Day 47, it's just that I didn't get my phone back till I got home from school and I had to play at a Volleyball game.

Have you ever had so much on you that it gets overwhelming? That's such a broad statement isn't it? Well in all honesty, that's how I feel. I feel overworked. I have a rough draft due tomorrow along with a rewrite of an essay, two essays due Friday and then another essay due next Monday. I want to shoot myself. I'm glad I was able to get other homework out of the way during school. All of these essays, they all pertain to my Expository Reading and Writing Class. I have been driven mad to it.

I decided to give up while I was writing my essays due Friday, so I picked up my trusty banjo, and learned "The Entertainer". I feel better now, I'm ready for a new day.

Day 40-46: The Lost Week

Days 40 and 41 were normal and there are pictures for that day, but if I only had the chance to recover them...

This last week days 42 through 46 will be considered different.

I will refer to this week as the "Lost" week, not because of the TV show, but because of a lot of nonsense that was going on within my life that I had to evade long enough till I felt ready to go back to, and here I am, ready and waiting. I only wait till tomorrow to see where this all takes me.

I hope in the future, I will remember this week and look back on it as a lesson to me, and to others.

Day 39: More Fury and How I Win at Selling Chocolate

I win at selling selling chocolate. 'Nough said. End of sentence, period. I was able to sell 37 chocolates to a girl in Wind. I feel like a hero. Not sure why, but I do. Also before that, I sold 13 chocolates before and so far I am beating BJ and Seth, my chocolate rivals.

Imagine seeing someone you know, who never gets mad, get mad and make you feel scared. I experienced this today. I'm happy that I wasn't in the line of fire, but I stood there along side the rest of the guys in Wind. I wanted to leave the band room and hide. I've never seen him get so mad that he goes berserk. He sent Quinn out to the office not before giving him a good verbal lashing. Quinn got a what for that he deserved, but I still felt scared. I hope to never see it again...

Day 38: SIGH... and Chocolate Wars

The chocolate wars is on. In my band class we're selling chocolate to fund raise for our trip to The Kennedy Center. I'm all for everyone having their chance at selling and people buying and to make money, but I have a rivalry with two other kids. One is a Lawrence(BJ) and I must sell more than him, I'm not sure why, but I must. I actually can't really remember why, but still I must win. My other rival is Seth(a relatively nice guy). Now there is a reason why. He is employing the aid of our friend Ean(yes, that is the correct spelling) and he has money. So I, as an under privileged, impoverished, Mexican child, I see it as my prerogative to have people buy from me and not from them. It is a shallow and underhanded way to sell, but it is my gimmick so I must use it, plus it's true. For the record, I was able to sell all 50 chocolates in one day.

Do you ever see a probably once in a lifetime opportunity and you see it an go after it, but forces outside of your power prevent it. Well that happened to me. I wanted to go see Smashing Pumpkins in concert after not going on tour for 11 years. I was organizing a ride and my mother finally gave me the "OK" and much to my dismay( and luck) it was sold out. I was so upset that I hung up on my mom. My mom called me back later to  try to make me feel better, but she failed. Another thing was that as I was eating my soup I told my father that Elizabeth(honestly, you should know who she is now) and Louise(you should know her too, I think) are at a concert watching The Plain White Tees and my dad said if I asked him he would have let me go. I was so inwardly frustrated that there I wanted to throw my bowl of soup at the wall and flip the table over. 

There, I'm done ranting.

Day 37: Rain

You can't tell by the picture, but it began sprinkling when this picture was taken. It rained today, it still is raining.

Petrichor: The smell of the Earth after it rains. I can smell this and I have the ability to smell it preemptively. I know when it's going to rain by the smell of the air, which is that, but before the rain happens.

I've drunken 6 servings of iced tea today. I am proud.

Days 32-36: Not A Good Week

I will write keywords for that last week so that in the future I will remember.


Day 32

"Fear" and "Calm Before The Storm"

Day 33:

"Wrath" and "Disappointment"


Day 34:

"Surprised" and "Confused(kinda sorta)" also "Hiding"

Day 35:

"Stocks-CHD. HEIA, KIRK"

Day 36:

"Headache" "Football Game" "Awkward" "Going Through the Window"

Days 29-31

Day:29

I'm not going to lie, there was no picture taken today, but it wasn't my fault!

I was busy after school helping people and printing stuff from the library that when I came out here to take the picture, no one was there and I was not going to result in those dumb "self shots" so I gave up waiting for a random person to come along, so I left.

Day 30:

Lets skip the big chunk of my day and go straight to the end, English. In English I had my last year English teacher sub for a period and I relived some fond memories. What was odd though was that my usual teacher of that period, Mr. van Eyken was gone. I walked around all day with an SG guitar because I had to give a lesson, but never got the chance to.


Day 31:

Today was Elizabeth's and I's 6 month anniversary. We went out and got ice cream, played board games and had dinner. There were some minor hitches in there, but for the most part it was alright.

Saturday was a bore only because I was looking forward to one thing and that was Sunday.

Sunday was the big day, the day I had a concert with a group of Australians from Rockhampton, Queensland.  They were simply amazing They went on first and I just thought, "There's no way we can follow this up, they're too good." They had a big chunk of the concert while we only played a few songs, but the entire concert was great. Before it we had a dinner with them and we learned a lot about them and they learned a lot about us. I'm quite sure I've made a few lifelong friends from "The Land Down Under".

Day 28: Concert

Today is my first concert. I'm going to be busy tonight.

I'm playing in all three groups tonight. First on up will be Wind Ensemble, I have to play Bassoon for that and we received a the "Star Spangled Banner" as a piece we're going to play tonight, today. Second will be Choir and I has to sing for that(obviously). Lastly, Jazz Band will be up, and if you didn't know by now, I'm play Bass Trombone for the evening.

Here's to a busy evening.

Day 26+27

Day 26

I spent the entire weekend with Elizabeth. Why is it that when ever it gets close to a concert, things begin to fall apart musically.

Day 27

Seriously, why must this happen? Every concert, every time, it always happens. Why?

I know what I want to do in the future, I'm going for my doctorate in Musicology. It'll take some time, but I must do it. It's part of  my destiny.

Day 25: Just Not A Good Day

I woke up today with the intention of this being a good day, I have been mistaken, horribly mistaken.

I could write about it, or I could write total lies. Lying is a bad thing.

It began well, like all of my days do, but I got to school and that's how it went all bad. I had no problem till I was moving my phone to another pocket because it was uncomfortable to have it in one because of my arm and I checked the time and I remember someone cracking a joke and everyone continued to laugh and I looked up and Mr.A was looking at me and I don't know why and he said "What wasn't funny was that your phone was out, don't let me see it again or it's gone." Then I felt bad for the rest of the period because he can really make people feel that way, don't get me wrong, but he does it to teach a lesson.

I didn't have get my Econ text book after Jazz so I went to class without it, that didn't bother me, but we had a Councillor come in to talk to us about colleges and I received my transcript and I had no problem with that or the fact that I now had a different Councillor, for the 4th time. I've had a different councillors every year of high school. What did get to me was the whole signing up for colleges, which has been a worry for a while, but it came up again and now I know all of the deadlines and I have to sign up to take the SAT and ACT and it just makes everything more harder and I need to audition for colleges and I need ot get music ready for that it's overwhelming.

Wind Ensemble, the music class that is my focus, the class that I work hard for, but you'd think that it would lift my spirits, but no. We had a song taken from us because percussion can't count and that they won't practice, but to add insult to injury, he took away drumline too. My day was even more ruined. Then we played Shenandoah the best we've played it and it felt good to play it so well. The rest of the class just went by averagely. Now there's talk of quitting from a percussionist.

French class, the highlight of my educational experience of the day. We danced to disco that my teacher put on and we had to mimic her. That and I ate a lot of Cranberries.

Lunch was food. I had a test to do for Peer Mediators.

I fell asleep in English, I think. It was more like I sat there and I felt miles away from my body in a sea of black. When I came back everyone was getting up and staring at me. We were switching seats.I felt increibly embarrassed. Class then ended.

I arrived home and on the way I ran into my apprentice who lives around the corner from me. How odd. I then arrived home, to find no one was there. I thought I had I french homework, but I don't have that sadly enough. It's been boring, incredibly boring. Then my Mom arrived home and I had to put a sink full of tomatoes into bags for freezing and when I went to go answer the phone I stepped on a screw and I think my limp is back and my mom was just frustrated with it all. It's nice when your family cares about your well being. Now I have a cut on my finger. Great.

There, I'm done complaining, time to be happy.

Day 24: Cobbler

Today was good. I like block Wednesdays because I get out at 12:40. It really is awesome, except it isn't when you have no homework and nothing to do for a long time and cleaning sounds like a fun and good idea. Isn't that sad?

In Theory today we continued watching the Leonard Bernstein Harvard lecture series and at the end of the current lecture we're on we watched him conduct Mozart's 40th Symphony. Which is a thrill to watch because he's such an amazing conductor.

I had my Venture Crew meeting last night and we made cobbler out in a dutch oven and talked about planning events. I now have to plan an event for camping at Point Reyes. Louise wanted to draw on my face with her mascara and I said no and then Elizabeth tried helping her and in the end, I wasn't drawn on, which is good, but there was a lot of rough housing. Then we ate the cobbler, which was made of peaches. Which was good, until I spilled some on my arm and pocket. It only burned a little bit.

Day 23: Catechism and MORE COWBELL!

Like everyday I start out in Jazz Band and well I have a concert next Tuesday, then the following Sunday I have to play with a Jazz group from Australia. I'm excited for it, but kind of worried of how they'll see us.

They fixed my harness in Drumline and on Thursday we're going to attach a Cowbell to my Quads! This adds will make playing them even more fun, but they took away my Spawk  Drum or my Quint Drum away and they're going to see if they can attach it to a snare drum.

I had to go to my first day of Catechism today. I was put in a predicament though and it's that I "have to put God first", but that involves me not going to any of my concerts, which occur only on Tuesdays and failing music, which is what I do. They said I could take the classes as an adult because I'm 6 months shy of my 18th birthday, but I think I'll have to do that. No way am I going to give up my future for something that I can just do later on.

Day 22: Apprentice

I finally have begun to teach someone Bassoon. She's a Bass Clarinet player and I can already make her make noise out of it. I feel so excited about it. Now I know that it won't be another 8 years till another Bassoonist shows up!

Day 18-21: My internet hates me

So I have not updated in a week because the internet at my Dad's hates me so until I can find some better internet, I'll be updating from my mom's.

Day 18

Today was Fancy Tuesday. I wore a blue dress shirt and a tie, I tied that tie. I was very proud. Also I had a 3 day weekend.

Day 19

That was me taking a fast picture then running to the bus. That guy right there in the picture is named Parker. Watch out ladies, he's a comin' for you.  I wore shorts that day to school for the first time in year and I have

 never raged so hard at school in my life.

Day 20

If I clearly remember, today was just meh. End of story,

Day 21

I'm wearing my Venturing Uniform. That day I had to go to Camp Lassen for a scouting event with a lot of other Venture Crews. I went camping for the first time. I was very happy...and very cold.

Day 17: Picture Day and Drum Cadences

Today was picture day. I did not realize this till I left my house and was already walking to school. Luckily for me, I was already wearing a dress shirt so nor worries. I almost parted my hair down the middle with a bandanna tied around it. When I do, I look like a stereotypical Native American according to our local Native Shaman, Simon Diaz. 

I had pictures right in the morning during first and we almost forgot about it till my comrade Seth reminded my teacher by asking him what people go take pictures. I took one picture, said thanks, then walked away.

Nothing in the rest of the day was particularly spectacular, except learning how to say prostitute in french, and learning about Gilligan's Island in Econ. Also having a wonderful rehearsal in Wind.

English though, now that's where it all gets interesting...

How far would you go to save your pet? How much would you pay to save it? Would you just put it down, or would you pay a lot of money to give it months to live a bit more? It depressed me to be in that class today because I could only think of the ultimate fate that will befall my dog someday. I don't want to think about it now, but I almost teared up thinking about it and all the stories that the other kids in my class shared of their own favorite pet's untimely fate. My teacher even shared us a story of his most recent pet that went off to a bush in his backyard to die. I'm going to stop now.

Here's a long Weekend.

Day 14-16: A Collected Progression 1

I have not been able to get to a computer since my older brother left for Chicago and I'll try my best to remember it all.


Day 14:Leaving

My older brother Carlos left back for Chicago that morning. We had to take him to the airport early for his flight. It's his last semester. We can only wish him the best of luck. He needs to start his life soon.

The rest of the day was filled with me existing between the world of the awake and the dreaming. It was really hard for me to stay awake in my 7th period especially. I'm not sure why but there is a startling trend of me doing that in that class. I don't understand why anymore.



Day 15: A Not So Rehersal

Musically, today was not a good day for any of the bands, and that excludes Choir.

That morning in Jazz, it just wasn't so hot. We played, but it lacked that energy that we all have from playing early in the morning. Plus depending on how Jazz goes, it greatly affects the fellow members and how the rest of their school day goes.

In Wind that day, it just wasn't our day. It's not like how it was dry and boring in Jazz, this rehearsal borderlined sucked. It was bad. Lets not talk about it.

Day 16: Jazz Singing and Crew Meetings

Today was musically a much superior day the last. I only wish days like this could happen everyday.

We gained a new member to our Jazz band, but lost a member too. We gained a girl named Taylor. She our singer, and boy, can she sing. She has added a new depth to our ensemble. She isn't always going to be singing in every song, but this is one thing that we've hopefully got over the Australians. Back to our lost member, our 2nd Trombone player decided to quit without informing the rest of the section. I have no real problem with it, it's just that now we have someone on Trombone 1(Zoe) and Trombone 3/4(me).

I had a Venture Crew Meeting that night and I came to a realization: I have no time for myself this Weekend. Friday:I have to play at a Football game with the Drumline.
Saturday: I have to go to Sac Anime.
Sunday: I have my cousin Erick's Wedding.
Monday: I have a hiking trip to University Falls, but I don't think I'll want to get wet.

We  were shown an awkward video about "Suicide Prevention", with the cheesiest acting I've seen in my life and there was something suspicious about it. I think my Crew Adviser thinks one of us is,but she claims not. I found it a little unsettling.

Sorry that it took me a while to update.

Day 13:Disapointments and blah...and my weekend, or selected part of it.

I woke up Friday morning with the thought of a good day. I was to play Banjo and go out and hang out with Elizabeth and such, but no.

We were to have Jazz Combo today and start our first session of our traditional Jazz, but no, the kids in the class ruined it for me. The 2 tenor sax players were playing really loud and obnoxious, then the guitar player also played loud, but of the same song then another, then Mr.A told them to stop and it's become a volume contest and where the other members of the band were because everyone was to be there, but they forgot and he told us to put away our instruments. Then he scolded us and the other combo had a meeting and we were told to leave. I was sad.

Then the rest of the day was just not so great. Then I went to go drink Koolaid at my friends and that was a high point. Later Elizabeth called me telling me she made plans earlier to go to a block party, and that I could go, but my mom would not be happy about me coming home late. Later they changed their plans to go Swing Dancing, but I still couldn't go so I watched Twilight with my older brother instead. It was still lame, that day that is.

Lets NOT talk about Saturday, shall we?

Today was fun. I got to go rafting down the South Fork of the American River. It was awesome and my boat only flipped once and that was at the end. I got to go down a rapid at the beginning for the lulz. I want to go do it again. It was great. I really bonded with my friends today and it was my first time rafting too. All I need to do now is sleep in a tent and go camping and I'm complete with my current set of goals.

There was so much I wanted to change about this weekend and few things that I don't want to be changed.