Day 99: Another Poetry Slam

If you cannot tell, I am sliding under the sign. I am not hitting my face as my friends say when they saw this picture.

I found out that today is the 99th day of school. It turns out that Winter break and Thanksgiving break messed up my days of school Also forgetting to take pictures too.

So the highlight of the day was the Poetry Slam, which I performed in. I did not have anything ready to read because I forgot completely to do it. I had poems that I could read but every time I perform I think about how amazing everyone else while my poems just seem lame. I read an eight line poem I wrote earlier this week and I thought in the back of my head "This poem sucks. I can not believe that I am reading this. Everyone else was so much better. Why do they always put me on last?" It was a good poetry slam but I still do not think I did great.

I need to start writing better.

Day 98: A Good Day

Despite yesterday's mishaps in Gov't, today was actually decent.

We went over notes in Gov't. I actually have to write article one of the constitution of the class today for homework. I am contemplating making it very mean but I might not. Lets how that goes.

I feel very sore and Weight Training was hard today.

We did very well in Wind today.

I went outside of the box in Theory.

I felt intelligent in French today. I understood something that a lot of others did not understand.

In lunch we watched Todd In The Shadows for a few good laughs. I was the episode about Ke$ha's "You Love Is My Drug".

I really felt it in Choir today. It felt good. I felt like a Force-A-Nature.

My friend Parker gave me his Poweraid, which I drank all in English.

I was very energetic after school while we hung out in front of sign. Jose made the mistake of giving me his little bottle of Poweraid. After I drank it, we played hacky sack with it. Then the bus came.

An improvement from yesterday.

Day 97: A More Imperfect Union

That is me running to catch the bus.

Today sucked. I feel horrible., I have never felt more angry, frustrated, sad, embarrassed and put down in my life. I legitimately hate the kids in my Gov't class. I knew that I was never going to win VP elections but I decided to run for Judge. I could have been a Judge, but no because there are too many *insert mean words here* in my class.

To be nominated for VP you had to have been nominated and then someone had to second the nomination. Seth nominated me and then Josh seconded the motion. Then the *insert mean adjectives here* kids decided to nominate people so the end there were about eight kids running for VP. I received four votes, the kid who won received nine.

The VP of the class has to nominate Judges. He was nice enough to nominate Seth and I. This is were things turned sour for me. I thought that I could become a Judge easily but due to the cruelty of my classmate they made that impossible.

After someone is nominated the Face Cards have to have a majority vote and the Number Cards have to have a majority vote too. This...kid,(I am using so much restraint from not using curse words or any other mean words) suggested to the class that no one vote for me. It hurt to hear that, what hurt more is that other kids rallied with him on my side of the room along with his side. When the vote happened he lifted his hand up along with five others on his side. I lost because there are sixteen on his side. When it came to vote on my side everyone voted for me after this well liked girl in the class said that it was mean after my friends that it was not nice either. I won the Numbers but not the Faces. Then every single kid on who was nominated won too, including Seth. After four kids were accepted into being Judges they decided to a revote for me on the Face side. Another kid raised his hand but I needed half to win. These *very mean word* kids who sit in a row were making comments about it and the kid who suggested it too was saying things too. After my name was taken off of the board, one kid in the back of the row that did not vote against me said he felt bad, but I knew he was lying. Then another said that they should just give it to me but too late. I felt horrible, not because I lost, but because of how mean they were to me. I felt hurt, like I was not liked by them, which is true, but I though "Am I really not that liked?"

Am I really not that liked? Do people really not like me?

Day 96: Just A Downer

I came to a realization today. I will never get an A in English. No way, never going to happen, not in a million years. Mr. Van Eyken today told us that this semester there will be no rewrites. Now I know that I am not the best writer, hence why I lack followers on this blog, that was a joke no one cares about this blog let alone reads it. Rewrites and such were my saving grace in the class semester and now that I will not be able to rewrite any essays the best I can hope for is a C, maybe a B and if for some odd reason the planets align an A.

Plus, I look like a creeper in my picture today. I am the worst person in the world to have a picture taken of. I can not make a decent face. I look horrible. I know I am being vain but it is true. I just suck at pictures.

Also I realized that I failed my vow months ago when i skipped one day because I forgot. I do not understand why I continued with this blog anyways.

Day 95: A Long Week Ahead

I wore a trench coat for nothing. A storm had just passed and it was pouring this morning and then it stopped. I was very disappointed.

Besides all of that, this week has gone off to a bad start. The Saxophones in Jazz were doing horribly today. I left the chain to my jacked in my big locker and it is lost forever. The rest of the day was just not good and a horrible way to start a week.

I already know that this week will go by slowly and not well.

Day 94: A More Perfect Union...

I thought of myself as the Pyro from Team Fortress Two doing his taunt when I did this. Yup, I am not a nerd in any way.

This semester, if you have not been able to tell by now, I have Government which I will refer to as Gov't. Mr. Johnson has decided that we will form a class Gov't with three branches and we will make up the rules for it. So we decided that there would be one Vice President that would nominate students to be Judges for the Judicial Branch and the remaining students will become part of Congress which will be divided by Face Cards and Number Cards. Yes, like playing cards because we all have one taped to each of out desks. I have been the Two of Diamonds all year. The Face Cards are the Lower House and the Number Cards the Upper House. My friend Seth and I, with some help of our friend Josh basically decided on this because no one else really wants to do anything in the class.

I decided to run for Vice President.

Day 93:Blood, Nutter Butters, and A Shameless Plug

I did not have school on the 16th because it was MLK's Birthday(Berfday as it would sound coming out of my mouth). Then I gave blood on Tuesday. I love being Seventeen for a few reasons and this is one of the reasons: I can give blood without permission. Another reason a that I am still child in the eyes of our government. I asked when I gave blood to see if I could become a platelet donor so when they finished harvesting my blood they extracted an extra blood sample from my body to be sent in for platelet analysis.
That and I stole eight packages of nutter butters, which I love dearly because I only get to eat them when I donate.

When I walked up to the snack table where my rewards awaited I grabbed a bunch of nutter butters, but the rude girls there told me that I cannot take that many. I was then determined to take them from them. So after sitting at the table for about seven minutes the girls working the table told us that we have been there for too long even though we were told that we could not leave after sitting there for ten minutes. Luckily for me, my friend Simon had a friend working the table that vouched for us so we stayed for longer. So as Simon and my other friend Ben were chatting the girls up I slowly began stuff nutter butters into my pockets, three in each. After getting up and walking up with one in my hand and three in the pocket I put them in my satchel and then I came back for my friend I asked if I could take one for the road and they gave me one. I walked away with eight packages. I was very proud.

As you probably have seen from my picture there is a bottle of Canada Dry. Canada Dry is a beautiful beverage which I had a security guard smell because she wanted to make sure that it was not spiked, a situation which I thought to be hilarious. I believe that I am the most logical person in the world. Canada Dry is made from real ginger, and the nickname for a redheaded person is a ginger. So Canada Dry is made from Redheads and what courses inside of Redheads, besides Guinness? Blood. So I am drinking blood. Hence making Canadians vampires because they harvest the blood of the Irish.

For the record, the Blood Drive was on Tuesday the 17th, I took this picture on Thursday the 19th.

Day 90: Positive and Negative

Today has been both a fun but painful day.

Positive

Mr. A has been selected to conduct the Northbay Honor band so all of those lucky kids who have auditioned were having an all day rehearsal all day so Mr. A left instructions for his other classes and left me in charge of Music Theory and Choir. In Theory we were given an assignment to do that I started when the bell to go to class rang and finished two minutes before the late bell rang. In Choir I ran warm-ups so I had to play Piano and then I conducted the Choir at the end of the period after they all went over Latin. In Government we had to turn in a constitution for the class and we watched School House Rock and I fell asleep in the last ten minutes of class as my teacher talked about Beowulf. Today went well.



Negative

I woke up sore. I am at a level of sore that it is almost crippling. I also woke up with a headache that has coming and going almost like that of a boomerang. In Theory a few people wanted to copy me but I was trying to help people with their assignment. It was quite hard to get a hold of the full attention of the Choir but then again it was two or three people who had a tough time focusing. My team also lost in French today. Going back to me being sore, weight training was tough to do because we had to do back squats and were you are suppose to rest the bar it was touching the sore muscles on my shoulders so it was painful to do. Last night I went through somewhat of a crisis that made me realize some of my fears. I still feel a little shaken by what happened and reading something caused me to think about something that will happen in a few months that I know does not seem that bad, but still seems painful to think about. I only worry about it and what will happen knowing the fact that I may wanted and might be forgotten. I know I'm being vague but my future self will hopefully remember what is happening and what I am talking about.

That sounded quite meta for a moment. Then again the purpose of this blog is so that I may remember all of this. All quite selfish really.

An interview avec moi.

Day 89:Visitors From Chico

We had student conductors from Chico State come and visit us today. It was all organized by a student there named Addy who was a former student from my school and someone I do not really like, then again that was three years ago and people change. In Wind Ensemble we had two of the students conduct and one was a graduate from when by brother graduated and my friend Bronte's older brother. The second student I did not know but I enjoyed being conducted by him. They both had their distinct style of conducting, Bronte's brother was quite direct in where he placed each beat and stopped us when he thought in the slightest that we were not together and the second conductor was a little more subtle in where he placed the beats but I felt a greater passion out of him. It felt refreshing to see how other people take their impression of pieces.

It was a nice day.

Day 88: Linguistics

Let me tell you about linguistics.

In theory, all languages originated from the Indo-Europeans.

When they migrated to Europe the language they spoke split into three: Proto-German, Proto-Celtic and Proto-Romance.

Proto-Romance became Latin which became French, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, etc.

Proto-Celtic became Irish, Gaelic and Welsh

Proto-German became German, Icelandic, Danish, Fresian, Anglo-Saxan and many others.

Anglo-Saxan or Old English became Anglish which in turn became our modern day English.



Mind=Blown

Day 87: Beginning Of The End Part 2

I realized that today that I only have about five months left of school. In the next five months I am going to find out if I go to college or not. In the next five months I am going to Washington D.C. to play at the Kennedy Center. In the next five months I will turn eighteen. Reality has just slapped me in the face. I will most likely never see anyone from my school ever again. People will forget me at that school. In three years when the current freshman class graduates I will be forgotten. There will be no one there to remember that I existed like the seniors when I was a freshman. Their memory will die as mine will to when the time comes.

This is depressing.

Day 76-81: An Apology to You and Myself

NOTE: All of these days are dated by the number pictures I have taken

Day 76

Day 77

Picture from left to right: Ian, Kevin(me), Robyn, Simon and Jose

Day 78

Featured book; Anya's Ghost by Vera Brosgol

Day 79

Day 80

Day 81

Featured: Ian


This is the point where I apologize for not updating, but then again at this point I only have four followers, two of which are Elizabeth's two accounts. That is not the point though, what I am trying to get at is that I am sorry. I do have an excuse to give you, but I still should have updated when I had the chance to, and for that I am sorry.

My excuse stands as this: I take my pictures on my phone and I have a phone that has a tendency of not cooperating with me by not being able to unlock when I need it the most. So every time I wanted to upload the pictures, my phone refused to unlock and then it complete refused to unlock that entire week before Winter Break. I was given a replacement phone(same one sadly enough) and I believed that all of my old pictures would be gone, but I checked and now I am taking the opportunity to update now. The worst part about it all is that I did not take a picture that last week of school before I got out. That means there will be an entire week that I will not remember. That is the part that hurts the most.