Simple Plan.
Tour Season has struck Timpanogos High School.
Ballroom and Choir are just returning, and Band/Orchestra are leaving this week.
I love when other groups leave. There are more options for parking in the mornings. Teachers seem to have a more relaxed lesson plan knowing that more than half their class will be gone. It's rather fantastic.
However the real plus is that I am included in the fine arts winter adventure, falling into the category of orchestra. Now, for my past 2 years we have traveled with the choir, making tour the most memorable experience of high school. But this year I didn't get so lucky. They went the week before we go, and I'm left with the band kids.
For the past 2 years I and a small few orchestra members have ventured away from the band and enjoyed the weekend with choir. If I didn't sound like the seagull from The Little Mermaid, I would have been a choral girl as well. Sadly, I can't sing so I found myself in the orchestra. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't have it any other way. But often times I can't help but ask myself, "Do I act as they do?" I realize I'm the stereotypical nerd, but I truly hope I don't behave as a band kid would.
Choir kids are known for their volume. Orchestra members often find themselves in the category as laid back and sophisticated. (It's the romantic period side effects) And band kids are widely known for their obscurities and hyperactivity. Now, you must understand that I do love the bandees with all my heart, but I simply do not fit in to their social group. They enjoy being loud and rude at public restaurants, sticking straw wrappers in hair, making whistling noises with those same wrappers, and simply making a mess. My inner self wishes to fit in with them, they always sound like they are thoroughly enjoying themselves. Yet, I was taught to behave and act civilized in public.
Without the choir as my fall back, I'm not sure how this trip will go down. Wish me luck.
28 February 2011
27 February 2011
She's on Fire
Train.
AP classes. They should have the alternate name of tree killer. I'm nearly positive AP US History kills 10 trees a year. Not to mention good old AP English. That's 10 trees a semester.
At this rate we will be completely rid of trees sooner than one would think. All because teens are trying to get a jump at their education.
A Bonfire. We could light all of Orem for a day with all the papers I have collected. If you would all like to join me please let me know. And once AP tests come to a close, we will have a fantastic fire. And we will sing and perform fire dances while burning notes on Frankenstein, Shakespeare, George Washington, and anything else you would all like to contribute.
This is to finally rid ourselves of the learning logs, thought exercises, study guides, word charts, president lists, chapter reviews, all the items we wish to never see again. Gone in a single, beautiful flame.
This could be glorious.
AP classes. They should have the alternate name of tree killer. I'm nearly positive AP US History kills 10 trees a year. Not to mention good old AP English. That's 10 trees a semester.
At this rate we will be completely rid of trees sooner than one would think. All because teens are trying to get a jump at their education.
A Bonfire. We could light all of Orem for a day with all the papers I have collected. If you would all like to join me please let me know. And once AP tests come to a close, we will have a fantastic fire. And we will sing and perform fire dances while burning notes on Frankenstein, Shakespeare, George Washington, and anything else you would all like to contribute.
This is to finally rid ourselves of the learning logs, thought exercises, study guides, word charts, president lists, chapter reviews, all the items we wish to never see again. Gone in a single, beautiful flame.
This could be glorious.
24 February 2011
We've Only Just Begun
The Carpenters. Yes, this songs seems to be more about marriage but the title was just what I needed. Also, her voice seems to be rather soothing to my soul. I don't like her songs at all, but I like her tone. Don't judge.
Sophomores. I only associate with them in seminary and when they fall into the category of Katy's little sister's friends. But when you avoid high school like the plague and only take AP classes, Sophomores become rare. However at times I wish this weren't true. They seem to have this uppity positive outlook on everything I don't. I might have to stalk a few to breathe some second hand enthusiasm.
Ask them about high school, most are loving it and never want to leave. Weren't we all that way though? They can't wait for every Monday when they get to see all their friends and teachers again. They get to stalk senior boys. When you were 15 didn't you do that too? Once you become a senior this becomes obsolete and... pointless. The famed 'senior boys' are the children you watched eat glue and pee their pants in elementary school. They aren't quite as god like anymore.
Dances, spirit days, assemblies, pep rallies. These were your life when you were 15. White outs even included your underwear. Assemblies meant you sat first row and bit any kid who wanted your seat. You go to every single dance and arrive 15 minutes early and leave once student council kicks you out. Pep rallies mean you stand in front and scream until your voice goes on strike. You party every weekend and aren't caught dead with your family.
All these things seem silly now. White outs mean you put in a white hair tie, assemblies mean Wendy's run. Dances mean show up 2 hours late and leave 30 min early, or don't even show up at all. Pep rallies mean a quick Wendy's run. Weekends? Movies in your room.
Dear sophomores you've only just begun. Keep your spirit alive as long as you can. And don't file for a restraining order if you find me trying to breathe in your 'I love life and high school' attitude.
Sophomores. I only associate with them in seminary and when they fall into the category of Katy's little sister's friends. But when you avoid high school like the plague and only take AP classes, Sophomores become rare. However at times I wish this weren't true. They seem to have this uppity positive outlook on everything I don't. I might have to stalk a few to breathe some second hand enthusiasm.
Ask them about high school, most are loving it and never want to leave. Weren't we all that way though? They can't wait for every Monday when they get to see all their friends and teachers again. They get to stalk senior boys. When you were 15 didn't you do that too? Once you become a senior this becomes obsolete and... pointless. The famed 'senior boys' are the children you watched eat glue and pee their pants in elementary school. They aren't quite as god like anymore.
Dances, spirit days, assemblies, pep rallies. These were your life when you were 15. White outs even included your underwear. Assemblies meant you sat first row and bit any kid who wanted your seat. You go to every single dance and arrive 15 minutes early and leave once student council kicks you out. Pep rallies mean you stand in front and scream until your voice goes on strike. You party every weekend and aren't caught dead with your family.
All these things seem silly now. White outs mean you put in a white hair tie, assemblies mean Wendy's run. Dances mean show up 2 hours late and leave 30 min early, or don't even show up at all. Pep rallies mean a quick Wendy's run. Weekends? Movies in your room.
Dear sophomores you've only just begun. Keep your spirit alive as long as you can. And don't file for a restraining order if you find me trying to breathe in your 'I love life and high school' attitude.
22 February 2011
And We Danced
The Hooters.
Thought for the day. Has anyone, during their high school career, noticed the high that occurs during a school date dance? I'm not talking about weed, lightin' up in the bathroom, or alcohol, but some kind of air that teenagers seem to breathe that night that makes them so much happier than they are otherwise?
-Kids that you would have thought never speak to each other were actually there together and left the dance holding hands looking like they might be up to a special something afterwords.
-Girls who exclude and ignore by functioning in their very tight and exclusive social circle give you hugs, sweet comments, and carry on conversations in the ladies room.
-Boys that look past you every day at school say hi and give you a quick, polite side hug. (He is on a date after all)
-Boys that don't speak to you anymore tell you how wonderful you look.
-Groups dance together that wouldn't want to be caught dead next to anywhere else.
Perhaps it's the lighting;we all assume that since the lights are down nobody can see who we really are.
Maybe events like this make teenage hormones go out the roof. Resulting in all sorts of inexplicable behavior.
Or maybe, maybe for one night we all put away or classic high school prejudices and love each other for just a few hours. That we all realize we don't have all the much time left together and decide to put past all the teenage food chain diagrams just for a night and thoroughly enjoy anyone and everyone's company.
Thought for the day. Has anyone, during their high school career, noticed the high that occurs during a school date dance? I'm not talking about weed, lightin' up in the bathroom, or alcohol, but some kind of air that teenagers seem to breathe that night that makes them so much happier than they are otherwise?
-Kids that you would have thought never speak to each other were actually there together and left the dance holding hands looking like they might be up to a special something afterwords.
-Girls who exclude and ignore by functioning in their very tight and exclusive social circle give you hugs, sweet comments, and carry on conversations in the ladies room.
-Boys that look past you every day at school say hi and give you a quick, polite side hug. (He is on a date after all)
-Boys that don't speak to you anymore tell you how wonderful you look.
-Groups dance together that wouldn't want to be caught dead next to anywhere else.
Perhaps it's the lighting;we all assume that since the lights are down nobody can see who we really are.
Maybe events like this make teenage hormones go out the roof. Resulting in all sorts of inexplicable behavior.
Or maybe, maybe for one night we all put away or classic high school prejudices and love each other for just a few hours. That we all realize we don't have all the much time left together and decide to put past all the teenage food chain diagrams just for a night and thoroughly enjoy anyone and everyone's company.
20 February 2011
Tonight Tonight
Hot Chelle Rae. I adore this band and particularly this song.
High School Dances. Possibly one of the only reasons I still attend dear Timpanogos. Yes, I am one of those girls that love these events. Although I despise the dress, makeup, jewelry, shoes and such, it often turns to be worth it. When you have a date that has a favorite phrase along the lines of, "Hardly, I have the prettiest date." You know you picked a good kid to accompany you.
Big groups have never been my thing. But when you get 20 kids playing catch phrase things explode into laughter and a lovely time.
Sleepy Ridge Golf Course needs to be a venue of the past. It's nice I understand. But it has a never ending staircase and no room to dance. I don't enjoy getting on sweaty teenagers I barely know.
Lost? Josh and I were close to professional when it came to losing each other. We never meant to, but one would run off thinking the other was right behind, they weren't. We would eventually find each other, but people look at you funny when you're at a dance like this without a boy by your side.
Drop off central. While dropping off my date I realized how wonderful timing we had. 4 other couples within 5 houses of his all had the same idea. It was an after party.
Bathroom Supervision. It takes a total of 3 girls to figure out if a stall is occupied or not. I didn't know a conversation was important enough to follow the girl into the bathroom, finish your tale, and then leave. Who knew. Bathrooms are also for complaining. "My date's tie is blue. I told him my dress was orange. Does he know what logic is?" "Maybe he's colorblind?" "No I know he's not. We clash completely. It's fine...." Poor girl.
I almost killed the 8 of us in my car several times. I missed a turn 3 times in a row. Driving when you've been up for 21 hours straight is not a smart choice. We're lucky we're alive.
Want a good time? Get stuck behind a train for 20 minutes with the music full blast. Dance parties tend to erupt.
High School Dances. Possibly one of the only reasons I still attend dear Timpanogos. Yes, I am one of those girls that love these events. Although I despise the dress, makeup, jewelry, shoes and such, it often turns to be worth it. When you have a date that has a favorite phrase along the lines of, "Hardly, I have the prettiest date." You know you picked a good kid to accompany you.
Big groups have never been my thing. But when you get 20 kids playing catch phrase things explode into laughter and a lovely time.
Sleepy Ridge Golf Course needs to be a venue of the past. It's nice I understand. But it has a never ending staircase and no room to dance. I don't enjoy getting on sweaty teenagers I barely know.
Lost? Josh and I were close to professional when it came to losing each other. We never meant to, but one would run off thinking the other was right behind, they weren't. We would eventually find each other, but people look at you funny when you're at a dance like this without a boy by your side.
Drop off central. While dropping off my date I realized how wonderful timing we had. 4 other couples within 5 houses of his all had the same idea. It was an after party.
Bathroom Supervision. It takes a total of 3 girls to figure out if a stall is occupied or not. I didn't know a conversation was important enough to follow the girl into the bathroom, finish your tale, and then leave. Who knew. Bathrooms are also for complaining. "My date's tie is blue. I told him my dress was orange. Does he know what logic is?" "Maybe he's colorblind?" "No I know he's not. We clash completely. It's fine...." Poor girl.
I almost killed the 8 of us in my car several times. I missed a turn 3 times in a row. Driving when you've been up for 21 hours straight is not a smart choice. We're lucky we're alive.
Want a good time? Get stuck behind a train for 20 minutes with the music full blast. Dance parties tend to erupt.
19 February 2011
Cupid Shuffle
As Long as You Love Me. Backstreet Boys.
Waking up on a Monday morning with a strong and severe case of senioritis results in a bad hair day and sweats. I wasn't wearing pink, hearts, red or anything in that area. I had forgotten. I walked down the school hallway on auto-pilot. It quickly switched off when I saw dozens of girls carrying big, shiny balloons, ridiculously large stuffed animals and boxes of chocolates. Even after seeing these things walk past me for a good 10 minutes, my mind still didn't process the reason for all the commotion. It wasn't until I passed a friend that I asked why all the random love was going around. He rolled his eyes, patted my head and told me to stop being silly. For it was Valentine's day. Awesome. I had forgotten. However I wasn't upset with myself. For I feel this holiday a tad obsolete.
Time After Time-Pat Benatar
If I was to plan someone else's wedding, this would be their first song.
Ever planned something for 20 people? I don't recommend it. When someone like me who wishes to have nearly every detail planned, 20 people become overwhelming. Too many problems occur, and too many issues remain unresolved. Although the outcome will more than likely be very worth it, I feel a tad burned out. Thank the heavens for girls who take it on with you and assist you in more ways then you thought possible. Being a planner of anything is not in my future.
Candle. White Tie Affair
Coming down with a severe cold. Heaven sometimes? When it enables you to sleep on your parents bed and watch endless 1940 movies it could very well be heaven to some. I learned why gentlemen prefer blondes, how Rebecca really died, that she's no angel, that Cary Grant and Irene Dunne make a wonderful pair in any movie, and that Lawrence Oliver is often overlooked, but never should be. Missing school is sometimes wonderful.
First Impression. Duran Duran.
Temple trips are a blessing. And I believe that we take living so close to one for granted. I could skip a class and attend and be back in time for my next class if I so desired. Living so close enables me to go at a time convenient for me, and not at 5 in the morning on a Saturday. Teens from Elko, Nevada aren't as fortunate. I went with my uncle and his priests and laurels because I missed him and my cousin, and I enjoy the temple. I don't enjoy 5 in the morning.
I'm awkward enough as it is when I meet new people, it's not one of my strengths. But put me around new people and give me 0 sleep and you're in for a show. I cut them all in line waiting to receive the clothes, I'm never like that and I heard them whisper, hey she skipped us... Did I apologize or go to the back of the line? No. I was tired and I didn't know them. So I'll apologize here. I had always thought dancing was always appropriate. Dancing to a hymn in a temple should be even more so shouldn't it? They didn't think so either. I was drying my hair in the dressing rooms while dancing to I Know That My Redeemer Lives. That will make a wonderful first impression. Laughing and bobbing up and down in the font will also make for a great first impression. Let's just say that the Elko boys won't be calling me anytime soon, and the girls now have a different perspective on Utah girls. First Impressions aren't my thing.
Waking up on a Monday morning with a strong and severe case of senioritis results in a bad hair day and sweats. I wasn't wearing pink, hearts, red or anything in that area. I had forgotten. I walked down the school hallway on auto-pilot. It quickly switched off when I saw dozens of girls carrying big, shiny balloons, ridiculously large stuffed animals and boxes of chocolates. Even after seeing these things walk past me for a good 10 minutes, my mind still didn't process the reason for all the commotion. It wasn't until I passed a friend that I asked why all the random love was going around. He rolled his eyes, patted my head and told me to stop being silly. For it was Valentine's day. Awesome. I had forgotten. However I wasn't upset with myself. For I feel this holiday a tad obsolete.
Time After Time-Pat Benatar
If I was to plan someone else's wedding, this would be their first song.
Ever planned something for 20 people? I don't recommend it. When someone like me who wishes to have nearly every detail planned, 20 people become overwhelming. Too many problems occur, and too many issues remain unresolved. Although the outcome will more than likely be very worth it, I feel a tad burned out. Thank the heavens for girls who take it on with you and assist you in more ways then you thought possible. Being a planner of anything is not in my future.
Candle. White Tie Affair
Coming down with a severe cold. Heaven sometimes? When it enables you to sleep on your parents bed and watch endless 1940 movies it could very well be heaven to some. I learned why gentlemen prefer blondes, how Rebecca really died, that she's no angel, that Cary Grant and Irene Dunne make a wonderful pair in any movie, and that Lawrence Oliver is often overlooked, but never should be. Missing school is sometimes wonderful.
First Impression. Duran Duran.
Temple trips are a blessing. And I believe that we take living so close to one for granted. I could skip a class and attend and be back in time for my next class if I so desired. Living so close enables me to go at a time convenient for me, and not at 5 in the morning on a Saturday. Teens from Elko, Nevada aren't as fortunate. I went with my uncle and his priests and laurels because I missed him and my cousin, and I enjoy the temple. I don't enjoy 5 in the morning.
I'm awkward enough as it is when I meet new people, it's not one of my strengths. But put me around new people and give me 0 sleep and you're in for a show. I cut them all in line waiting to receive the clothes, I'm never like that and I heard them whisper, hey she skipped us... Did I apologize or go to the back of the line? No. I was tired and I didn't know them. So I'll apologize here. I had always thought dancing was always appropriate. Dancing to a hymn in a temple should be even more so shouldn't it? They didn't think so either. I was drying my hair in the dressing rooms while dancing to I Know That My Redeemer Lives. That will make a wonderful first impression. Laughing and bobbing up and down in the font will also make for a great first impression. Let's just say that the Elko boys won't be calling me anytime soon, and the girls now have a different perspective on Utah girls. First Impressions aren't my thing.
12 February 2011
First Time
Lifehouse. Sometimes I feel that the lead singer for this group deserves a roll on Lord of the Rings. He would make a wonderful hobbit.
I was rejected into USU's music program. First time I've never made something. (I don't wish to sound arrogant here, I've merely been blessed and extremely lucky during my life) I received word that there was an envelope at my house from their music department. When I arrived home and saw it, I knew what was coming. It wasn't a big package, filled with many informational documents, but a small envelope containing one piece of paper. I knew then and there. However, I think I knew all along. When you hit more mistakes than right notes in an audition, well, I'd be doubtful of me too.
I entered Victoria's Secret(Vicky's to some) for the sort of first time today. My real first consisted of my mom and I searching for a bra that would help me fit into my first prom dress. In and out. Today's was more of a wandering adventure. It was uncomfortable. There were more than just a few men there, probably picking out an outfit for their special someone for this special weekend. That made the trip even more uncomfortable. But as time went by I felt a little bit better. It smells divine in there.
Graduation day is almost, sort of, on it's way. The plan is halfway complete for another one of my first's.
There's a first time for everything.
I was rejected into USU's music program. First time I've never made something. (I don't wish to sound arrogant here, I've merely been blessed and extremely lucky during my life) I received word that there was an envelope at my house from their music department. When I arrived home and saw it, I knew what was coming. It wasn't a big package, filled with many informational documents, but a small envelope containing one piece of paper. I knew then and there. However, I think I knew all along. When you hit more mistakes than right notes in an audition, well, I'd be doubtful of me too.
I entered Victoria's Secret(Vicky's to some) for the sort of first time today. My real first consisted of my mom and I searching for a bra that would help me fit into my first prom dress. In and out. Today's was more of a wandering adventure. It was uncomfortable. There were more than just a few men there, probably picking out an outfit for their special someone for this special weekend. That made the trip even more uncomfortable. But as time went by I felt a little bit better. It smells divine in there.
Graduation day is almost, sort of, on it's way. The plan is halfway complete for another one of my first's.
There's a first time for everything.
11 February 2011
09 February 2011
This Kiss
Faith Hill.
Sometimes, due to senioritis and owning a car, we arrive late to school. It's seminary so we justify the late waking just a little.
There's a stretch of hall before you enter the frigid abyss that is the path to seminary. Oh, people. Looks like I'm not the only who decided to sleep in today. Woah... They don't look very tired.
PDA
Really children? You're on your way to study scripture. To a place where abstinence is a word more commonly used than anything else, where they gasp and shriek when they hear someone kissed over the weekend. It's fine though. I've always enjoyed a show of groping on my way to 1st period. Oh, who knew it took two bodies shoved up against the handicap button to open the door. Silly me I always have done it by myself, now I know I need a partner for it.
It's cold outside, but I don't think macking/snogging will warm you up at all. In fact, I had visions of your lips freezing that way. Talk about a highlight of the day. But my dreams didn't come true. Instead I got a show of her backside as your hand slid up her shirt. Exposing her skin will be sure to warm her up. Smart thinking.
Congrats for finding love. But please keep your hands to yourself when in the company of others. Especially the seminary secretary. The sweet woman does not in fact need to see any of what you two had going on.
Keep it to yourself.
Sometimes, due to senioritis and owning a car, we arrive late to school. It's seminary so we justify the late waking just a little.
There's a stretch of hall before you enter the frigid abyss that is the path to seminary. Oh, people. Looks like I'm not the only who decided to sleep in today. Woah... They don't look very tired.
PDA
Really children? You're on your way to study scripture. To a place where abstinence is a word more commonly used than anything else, where they gasp and shriek when they hear someone kissed over the weekend. It's fine though. I've always enjoyed a show of groping on my way to 1st period. Oh, who knew it took two bodies shoved up against the handicap button to open the door. Silly me I always have done it by myself, now I know I need a partner for it.
It's cold outside, but I don't think macking/snogging will warm you up at all. In fact, I had visions of your lips freezing that way. Talk about a highlight of the day. But my dreams didn't come true. Instead I got a show of her backside as your hand slid up her shirt. Exposing her skin will be sure to warm her up. Smart thinking.
Congrats for finding love. But please keep your hands to yourself when in the company of others. Especially the seminary secretary. The sweet woman does not in fact need to see any of what you two had going on.
Keep it to yourself.
05 February 2011
Not Afraid
Eminem. Only, I was.
Auditions. I do them all the time. Go into a room, play a piece or two for a judge, bow and I'm done.
Auditioning for music programs is nothing like this. Nothing.
The nice college student showed me to the door, opened it and shoved me through while saying "good luck! You sounded fantastic in the practice room I'm sure you'll be great." And then I saw where I was. I was standing on a stage with empty seats all around me except for 10 important looking people scattered all over the auditorium writing every thought on yellow sheets of paper.
I nearly peed.
I set my music on my stand as one of the people asked what I would be playing. I recited my pieces while worrying that my legs might shake right off my body. She said, "let's hear your Bach." I began. All the while thankful that shaking is usually acceptable when playing a violin. Your violent shaking can usually be passed off for vibrato. I had only learned this piece 3 days previous and while playing I could feel Mr. Bach turning over in his grave. I killed it.
"O.k. let's hear your next one" she said. Oh no, I had to play this one from memory. I could feel the vomit coming up. With a small prayer in my heart, hoping the I wouldn't fall over or accidentally launch my bow across the stage from lack of grip, I began. It was rough, and she stopped me halfway through, but I lost myself in the song after the first couple measures, so let's all hope that was a good thing.
She then asked me what I would like to be majoring in, I told her several of my options and then she asked "If there was anything you would like to improve about yourself what would it be?" "Well, I tend to get hungry a lot." They all chuckled. She then told me I was finished and could leave. I then apologized for possibly murdering Bach, again.
The young college student stroked my back and told me I had nothing to apologize for, that I did amazing. I think he gets paid...
What did we learn today? Brenna has stage fright.
Auditions. I do them all the time. Go into a room, play a piece or two for a judge, bow and I'm done.
Auditioning for music programs is nothing like this. Nothing.
The nice college student showed me to the door, opened it and shoved me through while saying "good luck! You sounded fantastic in the practice room I'm sure you'll be great." And then I saw where I was. I was standing on a stage with empty seats all around me except for 10 important looking people scattered all over the auditorium writing every thought on yellow sheets of paper.
I nearly peed.
I set my music on my stand as one of the people asked what I would be playing. I recited my pieces while worrying that my legs might shake right off my body. She said, "let's hear your Bach." I began. All the while thankful that shaking is usually acceptable when playing a violin. Your violent shaking can usually be passed off for vibrato. I had only learned this piece 3 days previous and while playing I could feel Mr. Bach turning over in his grave. I killed it.
"O.k. let's hear your next one" she said. Oh no, I had to play this one from memory. I could feel the vomit coming up. With a small prayer in my heart, hoping the I wouldn't fall over or accidentally launch my bow across the stage from lack of grip, I began. It was rough, and she stopped me halfway through, but I lost myself in the song after the first couple measures, so let's all hope that was a good thing.
She then asked me what I would like to be majoring in, I told her several of my options and then she asked "If there was anything you would like to improve about yourself what would it be?" "Well, I tend to get hungry a lot." They all chuckled. She then told me I was finished and could leave. I then apologized for possibly murdering Bach, again.
The young college student stroked my back and told me I had nothing to apologize for, that I did amazing. I think he gets paid...
What did we learn today? Brenna has stage fright.
03 February 2011
Reemphasize
Let me take a couple seconds of your life to ask you all one simple question. Is using a tissue really that hard? We might be taking a test, learning a new concept, or merely having a fun discussion, but all of these can be put on hold if you would simply take a little white blessing out into the hall and use that blessing as God intended. Please.
Not on the Test
NPR. It put a smile on my face. Perhaps it will put one on yours too.
If one were to follow me around today, one would think it was finals week.
Practice AP tests in English. So life like that my teacher wasn't there and we had a real life test proctor. The brilliance of my teacher never ceases to amaze me. What a great proctor too... We all love being shouted at when there's 5 minutes left. Jumping out of your seats is something you must become accustomed to when taking this exam I suppose. He is also a strong believer in "pencils down". a few students continued to write well into next period.
F=MA
Don't forget that there equation. It will become very useful to you in later life... Because we all care about how much force it will take push the box of fruit loops over to your brother across the table. We all care so much in fact, that we had a test all about it, just to be sure to concepts sunk in. The new kid was exempt from the test. He was new at the semester, and had been attending class for this entire unit. Someone please show me the justice in this situation? His little chuckle and wink as he walked past me into the hall was just icing on the cake. Consider me a transfer student.
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If one were to follow me around today, one would think it was finals week.
Practice AP tests in English. So life like that my teacher wasn't there and we had a real life test proctor. The brilliance of my teacher never ceases to amaze me. What a great proctor too... We all love being shouted at when there's 5 minutes left. Jumping out of your seats is something you must become accustomed to when taking this exam I suppose. He is also a strong believer in "pencils down". a few students continued to write well into next period.
F=MA
Don't forget that there equation. It will become very useful to you in later life... Because we all care about how much force it will take push the box of fruit loops over to your brother across the table. We all care so much in fact, that we had a test all about it, just to be sure to concepts sunk in. The new kid was exempt from the test. He was new at the semester, and had been attending class for this entire unit. Someone please show me the justice in this situation? His little chuckle and wink as he walked past me into the hall was just icing on the cake. Consider me a transfer student.
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02 February 2011
Smile
Uncle Kracker.
I've never seen so many young men with such identically big grins as I did today while dropping off Amber at the MTC. It was close to the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my life. They were all lined up as though the new missionaries were Brad Pitt, Josh Duhamel, Britney Spears, Selena Gomez, and the Twilight cast, and they were all out to scream and beg for autographs. The weird part is seeing young men with whom I attended high school. They are technically on their mission. Am I allowed to see them? Did I sin? Hmmm. Oh well.
Who knew a smile could bring so much joy. Perhaps they're out there to calm the millions of butterflies I'm sure would come out of every new missionaries mouth if they were to open it big enough. Although they might just be out there to carry in the massive amount of luggage.
I've never seen so many young men with such identically big grins as I did today while dropping off Amber at the MTC. It was close to the most adorable thing I have ever seen in my life. They were all lined up as though the new missionaries were Brad Pitt, Josh Duhamel, Britney Spears, Selena Gomez, and the Twilight cast, and they were all out to scream and beg for autographs. The weird part is seeing young men with whom I attended high school. They are technically on their mission. Am I allowed to see them? Did I sin? Hmmm. Oh well.
Who knew a smile could bring so much joy. Perhaps they're out there to calm the millions of butterflies I'm sure would come out of every new missionaries mouth if they were to open it big enough. Although they might just be out there to carry in the massive amount of luggage.
01 February 2011
Called To Serve
Hymns.
I never thought I would want to serve a mission. I always thought I would get married first, and lots of babies. And although that is something I would love, the thought of marriage scares me. And seeing my sister this happy makes me want to fill out papers and leave asap. I will act as an older woman and turn in my papers once I graduate. Just like all the teenage boys during the war. So it can't be that hard right?
I wish my big sister the best of luck. The people of Spain will love her as I do, and she will bless them like they have never been blessed before. Congratulations Amber. We're all cheering and praying for you back home!
I never thought I would want to serve a mission. I always thought I would get married first, and lots of babies. And although that is something I would love, the thought of marriage scares me. And seeing my sister this happy makes me want to fill out papers and leave asap. I will act as an older woman and turn in my papers once I graduate. Just like all the teenage boys during the war. So it can't be that hard right?
I wish my big sister the best of luck. The people of Spain will love her as I do, and she will bless them like they have never been blessed before. Congratulations Amber. We're all cheering and praying for you back home!
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