Sunday, December 03, 2006
Well, last week was very very busy - and when I mean busy, I do mean BUSY. Being so induced by the music rehearsals I had almost every second day last week, I thought I was turning into a semi-quaver itself. I've never played so much music in my life. I even spent half an hour practicing the damn scales on my guitar. That was the longest practice I've ever had. My fingers and legs were sore after that. Nevertheless, I love it.
Last Friday, we started the day with the long awaited Physical Culture (PC). Everyone is hyped up for it, for no God damn reason. To me, PC is like a minion-like formation of students all under a spell. They don't want to be there, but they are obligated to by the scary Head of Houses and not to forget, my dear Year 12 mentor Mrs Powell, who throws detentions at you by just looking at you. As for me, I innocently said I'd do COSTUMES instead of dance, and hide in the library every lunch time. Unless I have something else better to do, like get help from a teacher. Or something stupid like that.
Sutherland House with their "Police" themed dance.
Barker House with their "Nintendo" themed dance. I liked theirs. Alot.In the end, my Bronte House won. Didn't see why though. If I had the change to get into Youtube, I'd upload videos. So, watch this space anyway. I might remember to upload them.
Bronte's Bollywood theme won. We, in actual fact, SUCKED.Later in the day, we had our annual Family Evening, which is when all the school ensembles and musical groups perform pieces they've been working on since God knows when, and of course, Christmas carols. People gather around on the quad (which I hate for its very muddy surface!) with picnics, in families, singing together, merrily happily and the whole bunch.
Senior Jazz Band performing In The Mood, which to meis ridiculously difficult. There's me. With the guitar. And Nom,
on the drums.
The whole day. Playing music. It really drained me out of juice for Speech Night. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love music. But gosh am I tired of it.
(From the left) Me, Anorexic Nom and Hippo Jude.:) Nevertheless, it was a good day. Good week. I managed to get NOTHING from studying for tomorrow's History and English assessment task, especially with Music Camp last Monday and Tuesday. Sighs. I tell myself it's JUST the HSC. JUST. 14% is nothing. 25%... nothing.
I'm so dead.
Cheerrrsssrsrsss!
Labels: school life, year 12 woes
