Day 7:Soreness and The Second Day of Block Schedule.

I am sore. I've never felt this sore in my entire life. My legs are sore, my shoulders are sore and my abdomen is sore. It stinks. This is what happens when you have an entire hour and a half of it and you're the weakest and twiggiest guy there who can only lift the bar, it is horrible. I'm sorry that I'm ranting about it, but it really is annoying.

I can to a realization this morning in Jazz band, I have all of my nonacademic classes yesterday and all of my academic classes today. Which is why today has dragged on for the longest time.

We were given more information from Mr.A about this mysterious Australian Jazz band we are to play with. They're from a high school and they're music is sophisticated and advanced. The most puzzling part is that they have 2 violinists. They play gypsy jazz. There is a challenge that has been made and it will be accepted. To combat this, we have me, a banjo player who is part of the traditional jazz combo. We're also having a dinner with them before we play with.

We watched more of the Saint in Econ and received our rarely to be used Econ books. I think I'm going to enjoy Econ and Gov't with Mr. Johnson. I can smell 4.0 in my future...


Wind Ensemble went by okish. We're a large group(more than I wanted to ever have). We wounded like an ok high school band and Mr.A like always wants a lot out of us because our minds are all in April right now, but he admitted to asking too much from us. I've never felt like he truely has, but today I sorta felt that he was.

French was good. Like always it was easy and I love the class. I was working with my always by coincidence partner/friend-who-sits-next-to-me Monica. I remember when I first met her last year. My friend Vince called her "Cutie Pie" whenever he saw her even though he never knew her and when I told him that I had French with her he was jealous.(Oh how I miss Vince. Why must you have had to move!?) Then when I first began to talk to her she was so quiet and mousy, then she slowly began to open up to me, Erin and Chris. Now here we are, the four french buddies.

Now the real killer of the day was 7th period with Mr. van Eyken. It wasn't a boring class, it was more like being in that class felt like Eons past by me with ever second that passed. My canadien friend was reading "Persepolis". That was cool though.

On a bright more, musical note(no pun intended) Drumline was AMAZING. I have passed down my tiny bass drum to my friend Jose the snare drummer's little sister Natalie. I am now playing Quads, even though one of the heads were broken and that we have no ones to put onto the shell.

My life is amazing. Thank you life.