Well hi there! Yes it has been a while... Blame school mmkay???
Hmmm where to start catching you up... Well last time I blogged I was on vocal rest with One coming up the next week.
Well I think it's obvious to say that I am now off of vocal rest, and One finally over... (Hells to the yeah!).
I still detest it extremely, but it must have been somewhat good if my Mum preferred it over The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe which was the school's musical two years ago... I was quite impressed with my solo actually. Every single time I sang The Call before the performances; I sucked. Literally. I hated the song so much! But for some reason, when on stage, I just got into the zone and was being praised by all backstage afterwards all three performances! Even the Saturday matinee where my throat felt like it was on fire and I was straining to get the notes out correctly... But hey! I did it! So WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! :3
Okays, so since then my throat has been playing games with me... Before One it had recovered a fair amount, during One it broke down again, afterwards it started recovering, but as of last night into today it is being a bitch again. >.< To be fair, my entire body is playing games with me currently... But is incredibly annoying not being able to sing full blast like I used too... I hate how Laryngitis affects your throat so badly I literally have to re-train my voice to be able to hit notes like I used too... Like, seriously? WHAAAA?!?!?! That's around 15 years of singing down the drain... :/
On the positive side... I HANDED IN MY LAST MATHS ASSIGNMENT EVER TODAY! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! So pumped guyz!
How did we Maths B kids celebrate? Our teacher brings in donuts, lamingtons and cake thingies, and we sit around; eating and talking; for an hour... I love my teacher ^.^
One interesting thing was brought up in our celebratory chat though... And that was to do with a teacher by the name of [Liebenburg] who took over temporarily (till she was kicked out heh) while our actual teacher went on maternity leave. Now. This teacher? Was a bitch. She called an Asian student stupid to her face, and another student a fat slut... Also to her face. She also belittled us with certificates awarding us for being able to light a Bunsen-Burner correctly (YAY us!).
It turns out (according to my Maths teacher) that after [Liebenburg] left, [Maths] found a stack of hand-written letters from [Liebenburg] each individually addressed to each of us students in that class. The content of those letters were so bad that [Maths] was horrified and burned them to save us from having to read them (we were in Year 7 at the time).
All of our reactions (except those who weren't there in Year 7) can be summed up with a :O emoticon... And all of us pretty much immediately started whining that we couldn't read the letters... I mean, I'm sure if I'd read that in Year 7 my little innocent self would have been shattered! But if [Maths] had saved them till now... 5 years from then! I would have laughed my head off reading it! I am burning to know what she wrote in those letters! Unfortunately [Maths] can only remember a part that said "you could do so much better with your life if you got off your ass and worked" or something like that; which is incredibly flattering of her.
Moving on! A random thing I just remembered while on stage performing One. There were Chinese dance performances from the Year 1's and 2's. It was incredibly basic and the lines would switch every minute or so for the adoring parents in the audience who want to see their child dance front row.
Me, acting as the Mum of the family attending the picnic, and my 'husband' [Carl] had to sit on stage for the first half of Act One watching these and other performances. I noticed in these particular dances though that every time the lines would change; the little girls who were coming from the front line to the back, where we were, would look at me and give me the most adorable smiles and I could tell that they were so proud of themselves. I never got bored of them in all three performances because of this. The dance moves were so easy, but come on they're Year 1 and 2! What I looked forward to was the warm feeling I got whenever they looked at me with those shy little grins of theirs. I lost count how many times those adorable girls made me smile!
Ahem, moving on...
Currently, in Senior Symphonic band, we are learning Excerpts from the Firebird and Towards The Western Horizon. TTWH is a bitch of a song! I mean, I love the tune; it's catchy. But playing it? Ugh. Especially when I'm all on my own on Clarinet 3. I mean, Clarinet 3 is good, because you're the bottom so tend to get away with screwing up more cause the conductor has more important parts to focus on. But being Clarinet 3 means that I play both the main melody, and then random parts of the bass line... Switching between these can at times be confusing (at least for me... But I'm a noob guys so leave me alone!) and so I usually end up just sitting there with my Clari in my mouth; no sound being produced, just a puzzled look on my face and "WTF!?!?!?!" going over and over in my mind... Yeah, I love band rehearsals ^.^
In my RAVE lesson yesterday, our teacher told us to write down our best memory from Year 8, worst from Year 9 or 10, and something important we learnt in Year 11. Naturally this ended up in the entire class sitting in a circle talking about all the memories we've had... I found it irritating that I could barely remember anything until someone mentioned a memory. I always have [Clearly Unfocused], [Tenuto Tuo], [GoJo], and [Phantomess] saying things like "OMG! Remember when we did this?!?! It was Year 8." and most of the time I'm like ".......Noooo....???". On the rare occassion I do remember, but most of the time I don't.
The strange thing is that I remember my primary years (in Adelaide) better than my high school years (BrisVegas). Which I don't get, considering I have had so many more worthwhile memories with my amazing friends that I didn't have down in Adelaide... When our teacher asked us to write down one memory from primary school my head was abuzz with memories, but when he asked us to say what was the best thing about Year 8, I couldn't remember a single memory!
Of course, I can now remember a few things, but that's only because we went around the class and people read out their memories which a few applied to me also.
Oh well, I just hope that in the future I can retain enough memories from my school life that I can look back and reminisce on.
Well... I'm impressed with how much crap I've come up with in pieces over the past three and a half hours... But I am still feeling quite sick and rundown, so I shall end my blog post here... If there are any grammar errors in this, you can deal with it because I am too tired to do a grammar check :P
~60 school days left!~
Hmmm where to start catching you up... Well last time I blogged I was on vocal rest with One coming up the next week.
Well I think it's obvious to say that I am now off of vocal rest, and One finally over... (Hells to the yeah!).
I still detest it extremely, but it must have been somewhat good if my Mum preferred it over The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe which was the school's musical two years ago... I was quite impressed with my solo actually. Every single time I sang The Call before the performances; I sucked. Literally. I hated the song so much! But for some reason, when on stage, I just got into the zone and was being praised by all backstage afterwards all three performances! Even the Saturday matinee where my throat felt like it was on fire and I was straining to get the notes out correctly... But hey! I did it! So WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! :3
Okays, so since then my throat has been playing games with me... Before One it had recovered a fair amount, during One it broke down again, afterwards it started recovering, but as of last night into today it is being a bitch again. >.< To be fair, my entire body is playing games with me currently... But is incredibly annoying not being able to sing full blast like I used too... I hate how Laryngitis affects your throat so badly I literally have to re-train my voice to be able to hit notes like I used too... Like, seriously? WHAAAA?!?!?! That's around 15 years of singing down the drain... :/
On the positive side... I HANDED IN MY LAST MATHS ASSIGNMENT EVER TODAY! WOOOOOOOOOOOO! So pumped guyz!
How did we Maths B kids celebrate? Our teacher brings in donuts, lamingtons and cake thingies, and we sit around; eating and talking; for an hour... I love my teacher ^.^
One interesting thing was brought up in our celebratory chat though... And that was to do with a teacher by the name of [Liebenburg] who took over temporarily (till she was kicked out heh) while our actual teacher went on maternity leave. Now. This teacher? Was a bitch. She called an Asian student stupid to her face, and another student a fat slut... Also to her face. She also belittled us with certificates awarding us for being able to light a Bunsen-Burner correctly (YAY us!).
It turns out (according to my Maths teacher) that after [Liebenburg] left, [Maths] found a stack of hand-written letters from [Liebenburg] each individually addressed to each of us students in that class. The content of those letters were so bad that [Maths] was horrified and burned them to save us from having to read them (we were in Year 7 at the time).
All of our reactions (except those who weren't there in Year 7) can be summed up with a :O emoticon... And all of us pretty much immediately started whining that we couldn't read the letters... I mean, I'm sure if I'd read that in Year 7 my little innocent self would have been shattered! But if [Maths] had saved them till now... 5 years from then! I would have laughed my head off reading it! I am burning to know what she wrote in those letters! Unfortunately [Maths] can only remember a part that said "you could do so much better with your life if you got off your ass and worked" or something like that; which is incredibly flattering of her.
Moving on! A random thing I just remembered while on stage performing One. There were Chinese dance performances from the Year 1's and 2's. It was incredibly basic and the lines would switch every minute or so for the adoring parents in the audience who want to see their child dance front row.
Me, acting as the Mum of the family attending the picnic, and my 'husband' [Carl] had to sit on stage for the first half of Act One watching these and other performances. I noticed in these particular dances though that every time the lines would change; the little girls who were coming from the front line to the back, where we were, would look at me and give me the most adorable smiles and I could tell that they were so proud of themselves. I never got bored of them in all three performances because of this. The dance moves were so easy, but come on they're Year 1 and 2! What I looked forward to was the warm feeling I got whenever they looked at me with those shy little grins of theirs. I lost count how many times those adorable girls made me smile!
Ahem, moving on...
Currently, in Senior Symphonic band, we are learning Excerpts from the Firebird and Towards The Western Horizon. TTWH is a bitch of a song! I mean, I love the tune; it's catchy. But playing it? Ugh. Especially when I'm all on my own on Clarinet 3. I mean, Clarinet 3 is good, because you're the bottom so tend to get away with screwing up more cause the conductor has more important parts to focus on. But being Clarinet 3 means that I play both the main melody, and then random parts of the bass line... Switching between these can at times be confusing (at least for me... But I'm a noob guys so leave me alone!) and so I usually end up just sitting there with my Clari in my mouth; no sound being produced, just a puzzled look on my face and "WTF!?!?!?!" going over and over in my mind... Yeah, I love band rehearsals ^.^
In my RAVE lesson yesterday, our teacher told us to write down our best memory from Year 8, worst from Year 9 or 10, and something important we learnt in Year 11. Naturally this ended up in the entire class sitting in a circle talking about all the memories we've had... I found it irritating that I could barely remember anything until someone mentioned a memory. I always have [Clearly Unfocused], [Tenuto Tuo], [GoJo], and [Phantomess] saying things like "OMG! Remember when we did this?!?! It was Year 8." and most of the time I'm like ".......Noooo....???". On the rare occassion I do remember, but most of the time I don't.
The strange thing is that I remember my primary years (in Adelaide) better than my high school years (BrisVegas). Which I don't get, considering I have had so many more worthwhile memories with my amazing friends that I didn't have down in Adelaide... When our teacher asked us to write down one memory from primary school my head was abuzz with memories, but when he asked us to say what was the best thing about Year 8, I couldn't remember a single memory!
Of course, I can now remember a few things, but that's only because we went around the class and people read out their memories which a few applied to me also.
Oh well, I just hope that in the future I can retain enough memories from my school life that I can look back and reminisce on.
Well... I'm impressed with how much crap I've come up with in pieces over the past three and a half hours... But I am still feeling quite sick and rundown, so I shall end my blog post here... If there are any grammar errors in this, you can deal with it because I am too tired to do a grammar check :P
~60 school days left!~
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