Third quarter ends next Friday, and March is looking like hell. This is the basic summary of my next three weeks, as given to my English teacher:
Monday I had tech club, Tuesday was Millikin, Wednesday was more tech club, Thursday was my band concert, tonight I have to work. Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, I have to work on a research paper/presentation that is to be 10-15 pages in length and turn that in/present it Wednesday. Tuesday I have a college algebra test, along with more tech club then and on Thursday, not to mention an art club meeting Thursday. Next Friday is a field trip to the Museum of Contemporary Art for both AP English and AP Art. That night is the third annual writer's club lock-in. Also, quarter ends. Next Saturday is work, then we roll into Tech Week, aka, Hell Week, for the musical, which is the 19th-22nd. On top of that, I've got two more art projects due on the 16th.
Hamlet (which we're reading now to give us something to do in class while we do our research papers) is just the margarine to all this - supposedly good for you, but sloooowly killing you on the inside.
In summary: Life is like a crap sandwich! The more bread you have, the less CRAP you have to put up with!
Come Movie Sign on the 22nd, I'll be in bliss.
Went to Millikin University on Tuesday for a band thingie. It ended up being a big waste of time, though interesting. Bus ride was an eight hour round trip, with only four hours spent at the school. The way there was entertaining, as me, Ryu, Phill, and Mitch (a drummer) chatted away. I also plowed through about a hundred pages of this essay book called "Complete & Utter Failure" by Neil Steinberg (I was stunned upon reading the dust jacket - this involves some connect-the-dots), which documents instances of failure in different areas. It's amazing.
So we got there...ate mediocre college food for lunch...then listened to some other high school bands at the Kirkland Art Center. The auditorium? Amazing. The performances? Let's put it this way: I ended up sleeping and having Lorenza poke me awake so I could applaud for them. Boring stuff - reminded me of the things we played for middle school.
The highlight of the campus visit was playing on the stage before going to a clinic. The director? A complete jerk. He acted pleasant, but he was just so rude and ripped into our clarinets a lot. Essentially, I gained nothing from the clinic, and though our director said we would be getting an "extended" one, it lasted all of twenty minutes. Then we went on a tour that nobody was interested in before changing into our comfortable clothes and heading back home. I overheard our director on his cell say (and I paraphrase) "Yeah, the clinic was...um...not what I expected."
Best part of the day was probably eating Culvers for dinner.
Last night was our band concert, which I thought went very well. Played eight songs, which was murderous, finishing off with our contest piece, The Three Revelations of the Lotus Sutra (movements II and III). We performed that at Millikin and will be playing it at New Orleans, so yeah.
Bleh. Have to go to work in a half hour.
