We took like 130 pictures today, and most of them are of Jessica (aka SEGA!), which is pretty funny. Hanging around the Rosza Centre was decent to begin with, but then after I just got so annoyed with everyone being loud. Having around 90 people standing backstage can drive you nuts. But anyways, band during school was pretty fun. The last people did their playing tests today, and I passed more notes. I passed one to Keith (aka Mr. Rogers!), wishing him a happy birthday (and we sang him "Happy Birthday" in different languages backstage!), and to Nick asking him about his whip, and I replied to Tamara (aka Big Mac), wrote to Leslie (aka Tater Tots), commented on Henry's (aka Monochromatic Man's) orange, drew a picture for Sheila, and to Natalie. When I was sending a note to Tamara, I put it on a stand and extended it, trying to reach Tamara. Then she tried to transfer it from her stand onto her flute. And then Mr. Paddock looked up. So we had to stop and drop and sit quietly. Until Haley was done her playing test. Mr. Paddock sent a note back to me, and it was awesome. Number one triangle! Yay!
We had dinner at Mac Hall, and that was pretty fun. We kept trying to get a creeper picture of Jessica, and she'd pose for everything. It was funny watching her pose as she ate her fries. We took mirror-ceiling pictures, jumping pictures, and lots of pictures in our white shirts. The performance was actually pretty good too, although I was really tired and just ready to go home.
I just had a conversation with my parents about the pressure they lay on us, and they told me that it was because they knew that we have that potential, and that we are smart enough to be in the 90s. I told them that their pressure makes me feel like I'm going to get killed in my house. And that I maybe wanted to be a specialist doctor. Maybe take kinesiology, study anatomy, and body movement.
We had dinner at Mac Hall, and that was pretty fun. We kept trying to get a creeper picture of Jessica, and she'd pose for everything. It was funny watching her pose as she ate her fries. We took mirror-ceiling pictures, jumping pictures, and lots of pictures in our white shirts. The performance was actually pretty good too, although I was really tired and just ready to go home.
I just had a conversation with my parents about the pressure they lay on us, and they told me that it was because they knew that we have that potential, and that we are smart enough to be in the 90s. I told them that their pressure makes me feel like I'm going to get killed in my house. And that I maybe wanted to be a specialist doctor. Maybe take kinesiology, study anatomy, and body movement.
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