Thursday, May 18, 2006

Five More Days Until Finals
Argh.

Five more days - three more A days, two more B days. Three more classes of Personal Fitness, Honors English, Art, and Honors Biology. Two more classes of German, Algbera, World History, and Band.

Holy friggin' crap.

It's been a helluva year, my friends, but I think I'll manage to pull through. As finals loom ahead of me in the epitome of darkness, I will not reflect on the year. It'll take too much time. XD

Last night was the spring band concert at the high school - my last one of freshman year, or something like that. It went quite well, but SOMEBODY *coughtrumpetscoughhack* kept SPEEDING UP and therefore SCREWING UP the songs. Otherwise, it would have been, to quote Struyker, "super fun and fantastic loving it".

My senior oboist Analise is leaving for a college downstate in a small town...THAT I KNOW OF AND HAVE VISITED. The two of us enjoyed a nice sobfest last night, and she did something totally unexpected - invited me to her graduation party. XD

"I feel special and I don't think that I should be."
"You're the only freshman that's coming. Invite a friend."
"...Agh, I'm gonna be around the EMO SENIORS!"
"Yes, for I am FULL of EMONESS!"

It'll be fun.

Last night, they also held a raffle for people in the band. Each boy was given a red ticket, each girl a yellow, and Struyker and one of the suck-up helper moms drew them. I didn't win (of course, but I was close xD), but Ryu-chan did win one of them for the boys.

The prizes were wrapped in wrapping paper, and the people couldn't open them until everybody who won was up there. So then, they're told to open them.
The prizes were shirts.
The audience kinda goes, "Huh?"
...And the band all screams, "TURN AROUND AND SHOW US!!!", ruining any seriousness the moment held.

The shirts were, you know, actual real shirts (not iron-ons XD), and read: "New York".

Breaths are drawn. "What...?"
All bandies look at one another for about a second.

And Sturyker takes the mic, and says, slowly and strongly, "We've been invited - out of all the high school bands in this state - to represent Illinois in the nationally-televised Veteran's Day parade in New York City."

Complete, total, stunned silence.

For about a milisecond.

The entire band starts to "woot", whistle, clap, and scream in joy. The audience cheers. But as we (bandies) clap, we just had to keep wondering...
"Why us? The dinky little farmer's high school with not even one-hundred kids in the program...Why?"
"How did we beat out everyone us? St. Charles - Geneva - Sycamore -
De Kalb? How did THAT happen?"

It's just weird. De Kalb, Sycamore, and others kicked our asses at the pumpkin parade in Sycamore last October.

But either way...come November, I'm going to New York.
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