Gomenasai! I have not been a very active blogger lately, and I apologise for that! I'd been so busy with work and the preparations for this weekend, that I hadn't had the time to blog.

Yesterday, the 4th of March was our school's 150th birthday, and there were huge celebrations to mark it's sesquicentenary year of education. Besides leaving the day feeling extremely knackered, I was amazed at how many old girls there were - and I do mean old girls. There were women from as early as the 1940s, who were touring the boarding house. It was incredible to take them around and show them the place. They were amazed at how all dorms had airconditioning in them, and curtains to give every individual girl their own privacy. Just listening to all of them speak amongst themselves about the experiences they've had and how they felt about the whole school was priceless.

There was this group of ladies, who knew each other from the late 1970s, and they showed us pictures of them back in the 70s at St Caths. They were all boarders too, and they told us about them hiding in the Year 10/11 toilets (which is where I go to) smoking, and them climbing out of the windows and onto the roof to sleep. Many women were just shocked at how relaxed and home-like the boarding house has become.

I tried to imagine what it would be like in 50 years time, when I come back to St Catherine's for the 200th anniversary. It'd be incredible. I would definately come back to relive the memories. It would be like, hey, I slept in this dorm or hey remember the time I got chicken pox and had to stay in this little room. Let's hope I'm still alive at that time.

Besides all those priceless moments within the boarding house, I played my guitar for the jazz band on stage before the NSW Governor, Marie Bashir, arrived. Apparently, she's pretty damn big in this country.

I'm playing music, yet again, this afternoon at the Cathedral Service at St Andrew's Cathedral in the city. It's like chapel, only it involves the whole school. It is as if, music is all that runs through my life and blood now. Everything I do, think about or say is about music. Musicmusicmusic!

Oh I must tell you about my 12 day week! You see, last week I started school on Monday, like always. I won't get a proper weekend till next Friday. That's right. This weekend is a busy one, with celebrations on both days. And I'm involved in them. Oh poo. Tomorrow, Monday, is supposed to be a NO SCHOOL DAY, but TAFE courses still run. All TAFE students won't have tomorrow off because of TAFE. Firetruckin' TAFE! The following day is a school day. Hence, my 12 day week!

I've got heaps of assessments due in the next two weeks, and I'm not particularly excited about it. I need to get into the mood. Sigh.

Cheers.