I should blog more often. Not just for your sake (the readers), but for mine as well. I love reading my old journal entries, just to see what I was thinking, what was important, what was bothering me. Hindsight is 20/20. I just wish foresight wasn't so fuzzy.
Piano lesson tonight went well. I have this song I've been playing since last summer; my teacher and her husband refer to it as my "signature song":
Sonatina in Colors: Yellow. They tell me they hear it in their heads every Friday, in anticipation of me playing it at my lesson that evening. I know it so well that I'm more than happy to play it. Her husband was away when I got to her house (which is right down the street, but my mom drops me off cause it's dark by 8), so I played it twice today: once to start my lesson, and once to finish. The final time was much sloppier than usual; maybe because I'm still tired. There are four sections (movements?) in all: yellow, blue, green, and red. Each part sounds very distinctly like its title color.
Yellow is fast and pounding,
Blue is slow and moody,
Green is quick and lively. I haven't played
Red to the end yet, but it's supposed to be like
Yellow, only harder (-sounding, not more difficult). I hope to be able to play the whole sonatina, all together, from memory, by the fall.
After my lesson, my teacher took me upstairs to help with the kittens. A stray left her kittens in the shed when it was cold, so they've decided to raise the kittens until they're old enough to give away. There's four boys (all black) and one girl (black and gray striped). They're all very cute and kinda fat. That means they're eating, though, so I suppose it's a good thing. She asked me if we wanted a kitten. I said no without actually saying it because (a) I don't think we want a cat, and (b) we have a bird. Jazzie can't fly, so she likes to walk down the upstairs hallway. It's like she thinks she's a dog. With wings. Maybe more like a chicken.
School was pretty much pointless today. I nearly missed my bus this morning. Our regular driver has been missing all week (just like Mr. T...). Usually, sub drivers run late, not early. I got up the street to my stop, and Ryan was playing in a puddle. I heard a bus coming up the street, and so I thought out loud, "Whose bus is that?" I yelled at Ryan to get out of the street, and realized that it was
my bus. The other guy, who lives across the street from the stop, was running to catch up. Seriously, if I'd been running five minutes later, I'd have missed it entirely. Not good, cause there's no one convenient to drive me.
Watched the beginning of
The Crucible, in English. Worried because Greg was lost in thought. Third (fourth?) round of battlebot competition in Avondet's class. We lost one and won the next. I think that makes us 2-2. Not terrible. And I turned the accompanying report in on Monday (thought it was late, turned out that it wasn't... I think), so we're good. BCR in World History. I hate those. Call it what it is: a short essay. Lifsey gave us a new assignment, which I sort of started. Played a few rounds of Text Twist. I'm usually pretty good at it, but it's been a while, so I'm rusty. Free time in gym class. Spent some time in the weight room, then discovered that I can no longer use a hula hoop. At all. So sad. Played Uno with Dwahn, Paul, Ayadapo, and Keyona in Trig. Sat around and read
Seventeen in AP Physics B. Half the school was absent today -- they left early for Spring Break next week -- so it was a wasted snow-day makeup.
Ryan's soccer (or maybe baseball) game was canceled today, as it has been raining all week, so we went to library. Saw Iris there. She said she wasn't surprised to see me there and called me a bookworm (which I consider more of a compliment than anything else). But what's not to love about the library? All those books are free, as long as you give them back. They close early on Fridays, so I just got some books I'd looked at on previous trips, helped Courtney find a book for the Reading Fair thing at her school, and got out.
Yesterday, I went to a college fair at PG Community College. It was really hot in the building. Odd, cause that's the same place we were for the Area Science Fair last year, and it wasn't sweltering then. My prospective college list does not actually exist yet -- another Spring Break self-assignment. It wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible. I got to spend a good half day with Greg. Very nice. Not so nice to hear people talk about you within earshot (good things, but still). I saw some people I knew from Flowers there. I can't exactly call them friends because, truth be told, I didn't really
have friends at Flowers. Classmates, casual acquaintances, but no one I could label a friend. This year has more than made up for it, though. =)
It's the end of the quarter again. I got, like, 108% in Physics. I got 105% on the last test, but only because he helped me out with one problem that
totally confused me, and because I knew that 10^ -6 also means "micro" and used the appropriate symbol. He wrote this really sweet comment at the top: "Thank you, Lindsay, for being you." I love that man. Even though he got stuck with five classes of AP Physics, full of people that would not have signed up given the option, he's relatively cheerful. That's a hurdle if I ever saw one, and he leapt right over it.
I'm reasonably sure about my other grades. Except Avondet. Stupid battlebot. Oh! We finally got our writing back from Mrs. Anderson this morning. I got a six on my in-class essay (out of 9), which is sort of depressing, as I got a seven in the fall. I got an eight on my narrative, though, which rocks. I assumed we were supposed to write about a metaphorical mask, and my piano teacher and her husband came up with actual idea. I just modified it so I knew what I was talking about, and voila. An A, an I-told-you-so from Greg, and much reassurance. I'll post it soon.
Tuesday and Wednesday must have been pretty uneventful, because I can't remember anything significant. We did read this
Washington Post article in World History, though, about discipline in the Japanese school system. Scary stuff, even though it's from 1996, so I imagine there've been some changes. I'd dive into the WP archives to find it for you, but it's late and I'm tired. (FYI, the WP archives are free if you go through the library's website. I found that out when I looked up a book review for the summer AP assignment.)
I've rambled on long enough. And it's officially spring break now, so there's a good chance that I'll blog every day. So, whatever I didn't say already, I will say then. I make my life sound so... much bigger and more interesting than it is. But I write whatever pops into my head, whatever Calliope whispers to me. And with that hint at schizophrenia, I'm out.
