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redxdeath has been suspended? Hmm . . . well, at least we know the livejournal community gets on stuff sent to them. Though I never did mind him so much, even if he did like to insult us all, rather indiscriminately.
Though he did say nice things about me. Maybe I'm just a sucker for flattery . . . or it's just my naive trust/not minding/toleration of everybody.
( In Memory of RedxDeath )
Today was better. I wish I wasn't going to be gone Monday. I told Dad I really didn't want to stay at DePauw overnight, that it sort of scares me, but I am. This also means I am missing school on Monday-- and I only got my absence form in today. I also didn't pick up any homework for that day. Ahh well . . .
Mrs. Keeslar came in and conducted for us. I always like it when she comes in; usually she makes us listen to the piece and get all emotional and imagine things. I wish Mr. Briddell would do that more. It's very relaxing, and helpful, at least for me. I come up with my story-theme that I need to have running while I play. Presently I am having difficulting finding one for the March to the Scaffold, and The Great Gate of Kiev is rather vague. Ase's Death has become Roddy's death (story character) for the time being ^_^ it works very well.
She was having us hold out our bows and do a real fast bow change, and she ended up throwing her baton right out of her hand. So we all laughed, and she picked up a pencil . . . and did it AGAIN. So no one really wanted to try it (I mean, look what happened to her . . . and I don't want to hit Sarah or something, lol . . . ).
Then she fell while trying to get off the podium to pick up the fallen baton and pencil. Everyone stopped laughing.
She couldn't get up; something happened to her knee. I waited while everyone else was going out, and Mr. Briddell had to get under her arm and hoist her up, and get her on a chair. She didn't know how she was going to drive home.
Yeesh, it made me feel bad.
Though she retained such a good attitude about it. Between the time she fell and the time class got out she just sort of sat there on the floor and kept conducting. It's like the sort of thing I would do.
Speaking of which, it's been exactly four years since my appendix burst. I forget what dates, exactly, the surgeries were . . . but it was this week. This past Monday I would have woken up with "stomach flu," and then at 11:00 am, almost exactly, I would have felt this pop. VERY PAINFUL pop. It made me double over and stay that way. Ouch.
Then I would have gone to the doctor, who couldn't figure anything out, and then stayed home until Wednesday, when I went back to the doctor. I would have tried to go to school on this Friday (which would be today), and Tiffany and Amber and Alison would have begged me to go to ski club with them (which would have been possible if the weather had been like today, lol . . . WHY won't it STOP???-- though that would have been DISASTROUS for me, and I'm very glad I didn't go . . . sorry, Tiffany . . . though I do believe you brought Jessica and everything was okay . . . ), but I ended up going home 9th hour, just short of the end of the day.
I will continue with this story as it happens from here on out, now . . . ^_^
Mr. Sadowey was right behind me almost all of the way home, from exiting Central all the way to Osolo St. He honked at me, because I didn't turn on red even though I could. There are some intersections I just don't do that at. It's a learned behavior; too many times I have had close calls with cars coming from the other side. It's better to just play it safe, you know? Yet then your freaking AP US Government teacher gets pissed at you, apparently. Eh, oh well. I wonder if he even recognized me (though, I'm guessing, if I could him, he could me, too).
( Meme Time )
redxdeath has been suspended? Hmm . . . well, at least we know the livejournal community gets on stuff sent to them. Though I never did mind him so much, even if he did like to insult us all, rather indiscriminately.Though he did say nice things about me. Maybe I'm just a sucker for flattery . . . or it's just my naive trust/not minding/toleration of everybody.
( In Memory of RedxDeath )
Today was better. I wish I wasn't going to be gone Monday. I told Dad I really didn't want to stay at DePauw overnight, that it sort of scares me, but I am. This also means I am missing school on Monday-- and I only got my absence form in today. I also didn't pick up any homework for that day. Ahh well . . .
Mrs. Keeslar came in and conducted for us. I always like it when she comes in; usually she makes us listen to the piece and get all emotional and imagine things. I wish Mr. Briddell would do that more. It's very relaxing, and helpful, at least for me. I come up with my story-theme that I need to have running while I play. Presently I am having difficulting finding one for the March to the Scaffold, and The Great Gate of Kiev is rather vague. Ase's Death has become Roddy's death (story character) for the time being ^_^ it works very well.
She was having us hold out our bows and do a real fast bow change, and she ended up throwing her baton right out of her hand. So we all laughed, and she picked up a pencil . . . and did it AGAIN. So no one really wanted to try it (I mean, look what happened to her . . . and I don't want to hit Sarah or something, lol . . . ).
Then she fell while trying to get off the podium to pick up the fallen baton and pencil. Everyone stopped laughing.
She couldn't get up; something happened to her knee. I waited while everyone else was going out, and Mr. Briddell had to get under her arm and hoist her up, and get her on a chair. She didn't know how she was going to drive home.
Yeesh, it made me feel bad.
Though she retained such a good attitude about it. Between the time she fell and the time class got out she just sort of sat there on the floor and kept conducting. It's like the sort of thing I would do.
Speaking of which, it's been exactly four years since my appendix burst. I forget what dates, exactly, the surgeries were . . . but it was this week. This past Monday I would have woken up with "stomach flu," and then at 11:00 am, almost exactly, I would have felt this pop. VERY PAINFUL pop. It made me double over and stay that way. Ouch.
Then I would have gone to the doctor, who couldn't figure anything out, and then stayed home until Wednesday, when I went back to the doctor. I would have tried to go to school on this Friday (which would be today), and Tiffany and Amber and Alison would have begged me to go to ski club with them (which would have been possible if the weather had been like today, lol . . . WHY won't it STOP???-- though that would have been DISASTROUS for me, and I'm very glad I didn't go . . . sorry, Tiffany . . . though I do believe you brought Jessica and everything was okay . . . ), but I ended up going home 9th hour, just short of the end of the day.
I will continue with this story as it happens from here on out, now . . . ^_^
Mr. Sadowey was right behind me almost all of the way home, from exiting Central all the way to Osolo St. He honked at me, because I didn't turn on red even though I could. There are some intersections I just don't do that at. It's a learned behavior; too many times I have had close calls with cars coming from the other side. It's better to just play it safe, you know? Yet then your freaking AP US Government teacher gets pissed at you, apparently. Eh, oh well. I wonder if he even recognized me (though, I'm guessing, if I could him, he could me, too).
( Meme Time )
