I have vowed to photographically document my last year of high school by taking a picture once a day in front of my school.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Day 105: I Have A Concert Tomorrow
Potato bread, my favorite bread, next to rye of course. Funny thing about why I like rye, I like it because I never get to have it, I like the color and because of J.D. Salinger's Catcher In The Rye. I posted this picture because right after school I had to run to my mother's house to get a flash drive that has my audition and my English text book. Before I left I made myself a PB&J with potato bread.
So I have a concert tomorrow. I realize that a lot of the groups have been ready last minute this concert. We are now, but I was worried. I forgot to mention in my last post that last Friday Mr. A and these two other students went to Chico State for Norcal Honor Band. Apparently Mr. A left me in charge, but I was unaware of this because I was at Google that day. I never realized how fun it is to conduct a band is. I like it almost more than conducting Choir, but they were really restless that day. My friend Bronte reasoning for why only a few people pay attention to me is because 75% of the class are girls and the guys will pay attention to me.
I also forgot to mention that Mr. A came in right before I conducted an arrangement of Shenandoah that the class wanted to play for fun. I have never felt so nervous in my life. He just walked right in and moved to the back of the room near the brass and told me to conduct. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die because I was afraid that he was going to harshly critique me. When i finished, he told me to cover my ears. I did not and he said a lot of nice things about me and the way the group sounded. I felt very proud.
So back on subject, today was a lot of rehearsal. I am going to have a long concert tomorrow. For me at least. It is almost overwhelming.
In English I had to go to the library to get a book called The Left Hand Of Darkness.
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