Post Graduation

It's weird to say that I am now an ELCA Graduate. Crazy. I don't think I've blogged since Pendleton, which was a good time. But there were many more great times this year. My senior year started out pretty rocky, and I thought I would never make it, but I totally did. I had a TON of growing and maturing to do, but God was good to me. He let me make my stupid choices, and then picked me up when I fell. He put people into my life that helped me, encouraged me, and let me be me.

I will never forget this year. I made friends with people I never thought I would make friends with, and I lost some that I never thought I would lose. But I also grew more than anything to love and respect the people at ELCA and the people who make ELCA possible. That place is a wonderful home and my class was my family. I love each person soooo much! The senior trip was when I realized that everyone was leaving and we would cease to exist as a family. I love each of them so much. It was crazy. I was reminded at Graduation that I could look to my right or left and I know their first, middle and last names, what sports they play, how many siblings they have, if their parents are divorced, their siblings and parents by name and what their favorite colors are. I'm going to miss these people.

Melting Days

Do you ever feel like the days just mesh and melt into other days. Like, the days aren't much different, but somewhere along the lines they have to change into new days because before you know it, you realize a whole month is gone? You know? I kind of have been feeling that way for whatever reason. Like, everyday is the same day over and over and over and over again. Not that it's always bad. Some moments are better than others. But for the most part you just feel like your life is just kind of one big blur and you're just sitting there, waiting for someday to have a goal, have a plan and make sense of it all. I was walking around East Linn yesterday afternoon and I came to realize how much I feel excruciatingly insignificant. You know? Like, is there really a purpose for us all? Is it going to matter, in ten or fifteen or twenty years, that I, Christina Barreto, walked through East Linn campus, and the school meant something to me. You know? Mrs. Gillson was telling me about how she had a realization today that Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin were actual people. They walked and talked and breathed and had the same struggles as everyone else around. And they, to the world, seem so much more significant. You know? I told Mrs. Grove about that feeling of absolute insignificance, and she was all talking about how that's how we SHOULD feel, and we should be so humble as to say that we are so insignificant. Ha! All I could do was laugh. Doesn't she know me well enough by now? I never been humble once before in my life--why would I start now? Okay, that was a joke. Anyway. That's kind of been on my mind lately. Like, why does it matter that I, Christina Barreto am going to be a part of the graduating class of 2010 at East Linn Christian Academy. That only means anything to me. You know? Like, even next year, who is going to care??? Not that I'm trying to say that I don't matter and that I'm emo and everything, that's not my point. I just find it very strange to think of how often I think of myself and I am always looking out for myself. I make plans for myself, I have dreams, goals, desires, and what does it all matter? I mean, beyond what it matters to me.... does that make any sense??? Anyway. Just a thought.

Today, I got a form from NNU for trying out for a music scholarship. I'm so stressed out. Like, first of all, which instrument do I audition or record? Aaaaand, what if I would rather just sing? Or just play the piano?? I mean, after all, it's not like I'm REALLY all that great at anything I do... it's just I do A LOT of different instruments and I have a lot of ability, but I'm not like AMAZING... so it's kind of stressful. Aaaaand, if I try say that I'm an alto- am I really? Not that it'll make all that much of a difference, it's just that I've been singing Alto since like 8th grade because I read music and because I can harmonize and basically learn it myself and I don't have to have a lot of extra help so, I can teach others, while Mrs. Grove teaches the Sopranos the melody. Not that I'm saying I'm so good that I don't ever need help, that's not true, it's just that I know enough about music that usually I can pick it up pretty easily, and I don't have to work very hard to do it, and then the other humans in my section can learn it faster. Sooooo..... I'm not an actual Alto. Like I don't have Megan Knox or Coleen Rydholm's true Alto voice, but I do okay.

I don't know. Maybe I'm just stressing too much about this. I talked to Kimi Kruesi about college and she was a great comfort. I found that I'm not the only human in the world freaking about college and she said that it's totally normal. Which was really nice to hear, considering I have no idea where I really want to go, and what I really want to do. Like, I want to do something with music, and English and writing and maybe possibly like theater, but who knows. Just so many things to think about. I wish someone would just tell me.

I'm sooooo glad it's friday!!!!!

I'm so glad it's Friday! I guess I have been really negative lately. I found out today that something a friend and I had been "joking" about tuned out to be really hurtful to that person. I felt awful. I never meant any harm and it was "only a joke", or at least I thought. Karla Pearson told me one time that there is some truth to every joke, and up until now, I didn't really agree with her. I always thought that as long as YOU knew you were joking that automatically they would know. And as long as things were being said in the context of a "joke" then it was okay to say. I guess my sarcasm can get me in just as much trouble as my non sarcasm. I will definitely try to work on this, and I'm sorry my last two posts have been so down.

My apologies to Danae Cowan. I always forget that you and Kyle are cousins, and I'm sorry for ripping him apart yesterday. You are just both so different it's crazy no one would have ever guessed you are related.

So, today we took care of the scheduling issue. Although we worked out a compromise, I'm still not as happy as I would like to be. Instead of doing PE, I'm doing weight lifting, 6th period, which is JUST the class I barely got out of last year. :( So yeah, now I'm doing that, but because Miss Reister told me one thing about PE requirements in the beginning, they are letting me only do one semester of Weight lifting, and then counting my basketball years as my other semester. Which, okay, clearly, that is better than having to drop choir, and it's also better than having to lose one of my other electives for the entire year. Yes, that does mean that I am no longer doing that speech class, which, just yesterday I started to enjoy. But whatever. I guess we can't have everything in life. Right? I tried to go back and argue it today after school, but I knew I wasn't getting anywhere and just gave up. Oh well. One more year of high school. That's all I have. I can do it! Although, the more I think about that, the more I just want to burst into tears. It's soooooo sad!! :(

Anyway. Yes, I am glad that I don't have to take an entire year of that stupid class, and I CAN do choir. So, I suppose we should all be happy.

I WILL NOT!!

So today was the last day to change out class schedules at school. I thought I would go and ask the new academic adviser if I was going to be able to be qualified to graduate in about nine months. According to him, everything was ship shape. This was until I realized that my friend Taylor couldn't be in choir due to PE that he never took. I realized that I haven't done it in high school either. But, I was told my freshman year by the old academic adviser that if I played a varsity sport, and I was instead doing choir that it was totally cool, and they would count my sports as PE classes. That is why I didn't worry about it all of high school. Last year when I had the extra class period, I used it to assist the music teacher in both her junior high band and choir.

Anyway, I went back to the office. I wanted to talk to the old academic advisor and reiterate what she had told me three years ago. But noooooo the school secretaries sat there and refused to let me speak to her, because apparently she has no control of scheduling or anything like that anymore and if we need to talk to some one, we HAD to talk to the new advisor! Ah Hah! I was like "watch me!" okay, I didn't say that, but I definitely thought it. Anyway, I sat there calmly and waited for my turn to talk to the new one. FINALLY I talked to him, and I asked him about . He is totally aggravating me here, and I hope he could tell. I wanted to punch him is his crap lousy face!

Sooo....Am I going to have to take PE at all? I ask with a hint of hope in my voice.

Oh, you haven't taken it in high school?

Um... well, no, I've been doing choir. (As you would have known, had you ACTUALLY looked at my schedule and credit history like you said you did )

Ohhh you're one of THOSE, he says, as if I was of an entirely new breed of students.

Drop dead, I think, smiling politely not to piss him off.

Well, you're going to have to have a credit of PE this year.

Okay, what does that mean? I ask calmly because I know he EXPECTED me to fly off the handle and start freaking out as "old christina" would have.

What do you have 7th period?

Choir. DUH.

Yeah, you're going to have to drop that class.

NO. FREAKING. WAY. Um.... I ask, calmly again, well, what about high school sports, I was told in the beginning, that if I played a varsity sport, it could be considered part of my PE credits?

well.... not any more.

I was pissed. I wanted to pick him up and throw him out the window. If I were Buffy, I would have driven a wooden stake into his heart. But instead I made an appointment to figure this out tomorrow (because he had a meeting to go to), then I got up, left the room, and waited to be safely in Devon's class room to freak out.

Then in ensemble, after the meeting, I told my choir director what was going on. She flipped out, and had a conversation with the "old academic adviser", which is really the one I wanted to talk to. The new one is completely clueless apparently. While she was there, I talked Mr. Hill, because I like him SOOOO much more than the other guy. Anyway, he was totally on my side, and realized that they told me this because they didn't have the gym yet when I was a freshmen, so they hadn't made those requirements. So, I SHOULD be exempt from these rules. However, my choir director now has a meeting with the new and the old academic advisers and the athletic director tomorrow. I'm stressed out, but I keep telling myself it's going to be okay. Although, I really don't trust this new guy, so who knows. I don't understand why they would go and change this on me, and not let me know. The old adviser's words were "if you are helping to further the music department then we will allow you to use your sports as credits" this was the year when Jenni Grove was there for her first entire year, and the music program was the focus. Anyway. It just makes me mad. It better be sorted out tomorrow, or I really will stake that guy. Okay. Maybe not, but I will probably continue to have homicidal thoughts about him.

Bittersweet

So, yesterday was my last day of working out on the farm. It was really hard. I didn't know how to feel. I spent soooo much of my summer out there. I brought donuts for them in the morning to make things a little easier on them. I just know how hard it must have been on them. :) Haha. I had a good day though. I just know I'm going to miss all he hours of measure plants this year, and when I'm having a bad day I will look back on all the good times I had this summer. These are my favorite 10 memories from the farm:
10.)digging up potatoes with Erin and Lindsey A.
9.) Lindsey B. teaching me how to drive the Toro
8.)Listening to books on CD with the Lindseys
7.)Killing the bees
6.)teaching Lindsey B. "vocabulary" words such as: melancholy, mundane, methodical and monopoly. Hahaha. Good times. "That's rude!"
5.)Hight notes with the Lindseys
4.)Cleaning out Virginia's office and finding out that the air freshener makes noises! Haha. That was soooo freaking funny!
3.)Washing the poatriv. with the Lindseys
2.)Going to Wing Ming for the PVP celebration!And naming the dutch bros. Guy
"The Big Yellow one is The Sun" and having all our little picnics in the shade.
1.)Collecting seed from the Annual Rye grass the time when Ross' dog came over and LindseyB. chased after her and had to pick her up and carry her all the way back and dump her over the fence. Then Lindsey B. jumping the fence to get raspberries. :) mmm... those were delicious!

Wow, I hate making those kinds of lists, because there were soooo0 many great days. I will never forget the time when I thought I was going to be fired because I asked Erin a question and Virgina made a joke back to me and I didn't know it was a joke and I almost wet my pants. I will never forget all the times where we were suuuuper tired and random things came out of our mouths that we still laugh about to this day. Haha. Like" I hate it when people says things wrong" Haha. Nice. Pride comes before a fall, right? I will never forget all the drama and trauma that Lindsey B. told us complete with all the hilarious dialogue. Or her inability to use any other words besides "That's rude" haha. Or they all made fun of how many times in a sentence I say the word "like" that was soooo annoying. Good times. I also enjoyed many times having discussions with Lindsey A. about Jesus Christ, and asking her questions about her mission trip to South America. I learned a lot from her, she is very wise.

Although I am talking about all the good times, know that there were some very boring days. The first few weeks were very boring. I brought my ipod and listened to sermons, so that was good. I learned a lot from being by myself for a long time. I learned how to appreciate small things. :) My prayer life increased quite a bit, and I was able to spend a lot of time with God. Not that it all ended when the Lindseys got out of school, but I AM glad I had that time to myself. I did grow quite a bit. But there were days where it was just sooo boring. I was literally falling asleep while listening to a book on CD with a narrator with a monotone voice, while counting clovers. Or cleaning seed or measuring PVP stuff. Wow, there were some bad days, but it's the good days that I want to remember and that will bring me back there on Christmas break and spring break.

This is not to say that I'm not excited for school. I really am. I think God has great things in store for this year. I know he has been moving in a lot of lives this summer, mine included, and I'm excited to see what He has planned. I realize that for many reasons, this year is going to be the most difficult for me. But I know that there is nothing that I cannot do with God as my strength.

Student Orientation/Picture Day

Today, I knew I was going to be stressed. So I took the day off work. I was of course, happy to do this, but now I kind of wish I would have just gone to work. Because now instead of being at work and being worried about my senior pics, I have to be at home, trying to focus on my online classes and am distracted and worried. I knew it would happen. I went to bed late last night, so I could sleep in. But instead, I woke up at the same time and just pretended to be asleep. I hate that. Then finally around nine I went to student orientation. I hate that part of school. It's like the day that you know that summer is over. Don't get me wrong, I am excited about school, I do actually like school. I know, I'm a nerd, and I have always said that I hate it, but the truth is, I can't imagine what life will be like when I don't get to go to school. Right now, my life is sooooo easy. I live at home, I am fed, I don't have any bills, and basically I get to run my life. Now, in about 10 years, I hope to be married, have kids and be a teacher. But, who knows, right? Anyway, orientation was actually decent today. CJ, Taylor, Megan, Haley and I sang our rendition of the Journey song, Don't Stop Believing. It totally drives me crazy that SOME people insist on waiting til the last second for EVERYTHING. I am a perfectionist when it comes to music, even when it's just supposed to be "for fun". I hate it when you lose a basketball game or whatever and people are like "Well, did you have fun??" Seriously, nobody goes and plays basketball to "have fun" if you're totally passionate about it. You CAN have fun, but usually the fun comes when you win, or when you knew you played as hard as you could and it was enjoyable. "Well, if you had fun, then that's all that matters" BA HAHAHA! Yeah right! Never in life are you going to WANT to lose. Everyone plays to win, weather they admit it or not. Now, I realize that the song we performed was just "for fun" but even in a pick-up game of basketball, nobody is out there walking around just goofing off (for the most part) they are still in it to win. I just don't understand how people who are so "passionate" about music be so lazy. It just doesn't make sense to me. It seems to me, that even when it is "just for fun" you would still try your hardest so that you feel good about it, and then it IS fun. But hey, what do I know?

Okay, so I'm leaving in about an hour to go and get my pics done. I am soooo nervous, but I know it's ridiculous. It's JUST senior pictures. It's not a HUGE deal, but for some reason, it is for me. I know I shouldn't be freaked. Mrs. Van Essen is doing them and she's a genie. Or, as her daughter put it, "My mom can make ANYONE look good" haha. Thanks. Well, I'm off to do my hair and make up. Pray for me!! :)

T.G.I.F.

Today, at work there were some important visitors from Meridian Idaho. My boss was freaking out and we had to totally clean everything up for them. The cleaning started yesterday, and this morning was funny. When I trim the little plants, I always have a bucket there to let the trimmings drop into, but this time, we had to sweep everything up after that too. Aaaaand, I got to do the honors of sweeping the entire big greenhouse. It SUCKED. Today, while the visitors were in Virginia's office, we had to be really quiet. I had to tip-toe upstairs and down, and I took off my shoes when I got upstairs, careful to not make any noise, Lindsey Aitkin and I were totally bummed that this meant that we had to cancel our tap dancing routine for the day. Haha. No, it was really not too bad. Buuuut the worse part, is at our 10:00 break, when Virginia joined us for break. She said the visitors were from Meridian, and she didn't know where that was, and did any of us know where it was? I almost burst into tears, because I AM SUPPOSED TO BE THERE RIGHT NOW!!! My family was supposed to travel to Boise, well, Meridian to where my aunt lives, and stay for about a week, while checking out future colleges for me, and school shopping and just hanging out. Buuuut, there were some issues that came up that thwarted that. So, much to my dismay, I had to work all week, and then those humans showed up from Meridian and I wanted to punch them. All though, I did feel really bad for them, because I know how long of a drive that is, and they got there around like 8:30, which means they must have left there a little after midnight. Wow, that sucks.

In other news, I have my senior pictures on Thursday, and I'm totally stressed about them because I always look like poop in important pictures. I just know something BAD is going to happen, like I'm going to break a nail or something, so I'm going to look like a loser in the piano ones. Or, I'm accidentally going to catch my hair on fire the night before, and end up having to cut it, and wear my hair suuuper short for pics. I had a dream about that one.

I was sooooo happy it rained today. Because, not only did it smell suuuuper yummy, but I didn't have to ride my bike to the shop to meet my dad! :) yey! Well it's mostly a "yey" after yesterday's fiasco, with a crazy half way drunk guy on a bike chasing after me. Seriously, it freaked me out. I thought I was going to die. Fortunately, I had Devon's words locked away in my brain, that trying to capture me would be like trying to grab onto a tornado. And, now that I think about that, that may have been rude, but I thought she meant because of my cat-like reflexes and because I would be suuuper fast and he wouldn't be able to hold onto me. My dad always joked about how if I got kidnapped, it wouldn't matter, because they would probably have me for like 30 seconds and then bring me straight back. Wow, now that I think of THAT, that was RUDE too! Jeeeezzzz!

Senior year starts in like 10-ish days. Good grief. I am soooo not ready to not be at East Linn. That place is home to me. I know I have griped and complained about it, but really. I don't know where I would be without that place. Everyone there is forgiving and loving, and especially the faculty. Someday, I will give back to East Linn, and thank them for everything they've done for me. Someday, I will do something to make up for all the crap I gave them. I looked online for my tentative schedule this year, and I think this year's going to be very interesting. I haven't decided what I am doing for my other elective, besides choir, obviously. Right now I am signed up for the speech/drama class but who knows. I am kind of rethinking that. I would also like to have a free period where I could have study hall or be a TA or something.

Wow, I'm so glad it's Friday. It has been a very long week, and I'm sooo ready for this weekend. I think I'm going to the zoo tomorrow with some friends, but who knows. With Megan, you never know what's really going to happen. And that's exactly why I love that girl!! :)

Junior Year is OVER!

I'm not even going to try to be optimistic... THIS YEAR SUCKED. Like really, there wasn't really anything good about this school year, looking back. I really didn't accomplish anything, I didn't learn any amazing life lessons, there wasn't a whole lot that happened that was good... well, except musicale. I noticed the other day that it seems that every year progressively gets worse. But next year, I want to have the best year ever. I HAVE to, it's my senior year, and it's going to change the world. Yesterday, two sophomores, Danae and Devon and I talked about college. It was the weirdest thing, it seems like it'should be SOOOOO far off, but really it's not, and unfortunatley I know it's going to go by REALLY fast. I don't want it to. As much as I gripe and complain about East Linn, I can't imagine not being there. It's home. Don't get me wrong, I realize that college is going to rock and that high school doesn't matter after that, but I'm not ready for it not to matter. I still want to be a kid, and in no way am I ready to grow up.

I've always wanted to go to a very large college, I figure if I can not matter, and can easily evaporate into the sea of college humans, then my life will be easy. I wont be known for anything, and I won't be like super competitive and hurt when it doesn't happen the way I want it. And, i wont be like known for every little thing I do wrong. But after talking with Danae and Devon, I think I am going to consider a small school too. I don't know if I want to go to a Christian school, just because I am kind of annoyed with the way Christian schools are, but I suppose I can't just throw the baby out with the bath water and make that kind of statement after only being at East Linn. Idk, I always imagined I wanted to go a public university because I assumed that the music programs would be crazy weird and exciting. Mrs. Grove said that they are very interesting because it is such an emotional art, that you would kind of have to get in touch with all your feelings and emotions... :)But I don't know, I may also just want to get away from the stupid high school setting where there is dumb drama coming out the ying yang, and maybe that's why I don't like the small school idea. Also, Devon pointed out that at a smaller school, there would be more one-on-one time for discussion with a teacher or something, and I enjoy that kind of stuff... I guess I have quite a bit of time to think about this, and I really shouldn't worry too much about it, I just should think about my last summer as a human child and enjoy that. I guess I just don't want to be unhappy. I really want to enjoy college, after all, it is the best time of your life. :)

School Activites

Holy Cow. I haven't posted in forever. Perhaps my life is just too dull. Or maybe that's the problem, it's not dull enough that I have enough time to post. Idk. But I'm posting now. Things have been extremely boring at school. Let's see, we've already had the first two events that the Leadership Class does. The first was the Bondservant Auction, which is basically the "Chrsitian" way of saying "Slave Auction." And yes, it is what is sounds like. A bunch of upper class men put out posters promising all sorts of great things for the people who buy them and then on the Friday after the auction, they have to be their slave all day at school. This year, Hannah Whitehead and I got together and were sold together. We went for $150, which was the second highest buy. We had 5 masters and it was a ton of fun. We had a sleepover the night before, and it was extravagant fun. We played games, watched movies, painted nails, ate tons of food, and did a lot of girl-talk. It was great. The next day, after a dutch brothers run, Hannah and I were forced to carry all of their stuff to and from classes, take notes, do their math, sing 'Jesus Loves Me' between classes, buy them pizza from Pizza Hut, and s;urpees from Seven Eleven. It was a blast.

The other event was the Lock-In. Which, is basically, an all night party. all. night. long. But I did end up sleeping for about 10 minutes, which was about 9 minutes longer than last year. There were a lot of tournaments going on; table hockey, basketball, volleyball, doge ball, ping-pong, karaoke- ok so maybe that last one wasn't a tournament, but it SHOULD have been. I would have won... HANDS DOWN. :) I spent a lot of time in the bathroom with a large group of my friends. We were having a "G.P" which actually stands for a 'group poop', but in our case it was a group party. It was so awesome. We danced (gasp!)and sang in front of the mirrors, and we chatted about boys, and all the important things in life--like; our nails, and our next shopping trips, and "OMG can you believe Sara....." At one point we were all doing the Macarina to the song "Hot 'n Cold" by Katy Perry. It was the bomb-digitty. We had about 4 or 5 "G.P.'s" that night. Once I tried to escape, because I was exhausted from all the dances, but Brenna spotted me, and she returned with that whole group who just picked me up and carried me back. It was fun. There were like 15 girls at one point in there. It was AWESOME!

Basketball started on Monday. I was so close to not playing this year. But I found myself going to practice a bit reluctantly on Tuesday, telling myself that this will be good for me. The part that is going to drive me absolutely crazy is the Saturday varsity practices. I am glad I made varsity, although, it wasn't really all that hard.... but getting up at the butt-crack of dawn to go and get sweaty while running a million suicides doesn't sound like all that much fun.

Lastly I must talk about the wretched Annual Fall Banquet that took place last night. I was so super excited because I am in both the choir and the ensemble this year, and I play the piano for one of the choir songs that we sang. It was our first performance, and I was stoked! I knew that the choir was going to be good, and I wasn't really all that sure about the ensemble, because I think that we are progressively getting worse, regardless of what Mrs. Grove says. But was the ensemble the problem? Noooo, I got up there in front of God knows how many people, and totally humiliated myself by totally screwing up the song I played.OMG, it was awful. I could have cried. I really expected someone out of the crowd to just stand up and shoot me in the face. And I think that probably would have been less painful than that awful awkward silence that happened when I went back to my place between Katie and Brenna. Oh well, I suppose I will have plenty of opportunities to redeem myself. Like, say, when we go to the WOU festival, when we go the Liberty to sing, when we got to Musicale, when we sing in front of our school... who knows, I might actually get it right!

I.NEED.SLEEP!

Well, this week has certainly been interesting. I think the only good thing that happened was the birth of my first nephew. And first of my parents grandchildren. It was very exciting. He is so cute. Riley Adam Barreto was born Thursday October 16th at 2:00 am. He was 7lb 3 oz. And he's pretty freakin adorable. (pictures coming soon-standby)

So right now I am at my school. Why you ask? Well, let me tell you. The ensemble (which I blogged about with pictures) had an all-night retreat. ALL. NIGHT. At about 2:00 P.M. today I was ready to pass out I was so tired. And now, 12 hours later- 2:00 A.M., I sit here basically not knowing what else to do besides post this blog and check my e-mail. The first two hours weren't too bad. David Hastings came to work with us on blending and stuff. It was pretty cool. He's going to be the mass choir director and adjudicator at musicale this year, which I am totally psyched about.

Right after he left I wanted to just sleep. But I soon found that sleep was no where in my near future. I tried all of the places I could think to sleep. I tried in "Mrs. Grove's Office", which really was obviously a dumb place to try to sleep. I tried sleeping in the weight room, but the lights wouldn't turn off, and the music in there wouldn't shut off. That was annoying. Then I tried sleeping in Mrs. Grove's car.... but when I opened the door and three penguins waddled out, I realized that I would soon freeze to death. Plus the music from the choir room and the gym were still far too loud for me to get any real sleep in. Aaand on top of that, there is a big light out there that basically prevents anyone from any form of dark bliss.So I tried one last thing.... oh yes, the bathroom floor. I know, gross! I was completely disgusted, but I figured I would find a way to laugh about it later, so I ignored that nasty detail. But the floor was really cold and hard, and I couldn't forget where I was sleeping. I couldn't sleep.Again. So I gave up. I tried. Good game America. We did our best. I want to be in my own warm bed right about now.

OMG! I just grabbed a random cup that Mrs. Grove was drinking out of, and I took a small sip. Mother of the living living that is BAD! It tastes like watered down Sprite/Diet Dr. Pepper/ ice-tea/poop/popcorn.... No, really, it's bad. I think I'm going to puke!I. NEED. SLEEP!!!

Ensemble

So I was selected to be in the school's "Honors Ensemble" YAY! The only thing I'm anywhere near good at is singing, which is why the best honors class I can be in is in music. Ah, well. Any way, it's had it's trials and tribulations so far, but the year is yet so young. Here are our cool ensemble pics:

school and such

Well, there are 162 school days left. But who's counting? :) It's not that I hate school, because I really don't. I think that the people that I go to school with are nice, but can be very annoying. As I mentioned before, I go to a very very tiny school. I really don't know how many people go there, but not enough. Sometimes it is nice, everyone knows every one, and then sometimes it sucks because everyone knows everything about everyone. Feel sorry for me.

So yesterday, I was sitting in Health II and since I really wasn't all that motivated to be working on my "find your spiritual gift" assignment, I was day dreaming. I was looking out the window and I saw a very large tree, that was calling my name. I wanted so badly to run out there and climb to the top of it and sit and stare. Although, whatelse can you do in a tree? All you can do is sit and stare. But that would be lovely. I think. I wanted to sing and just look down at the world and laugh. Wouldn't that be fun?