2007 @ 9:15 pm
So, it's been a busy month. Even a busier couple of weeks.
School first, of course, since that's my life right now.
Brit Lit is going swimmingly. We've been critiquing that paper that I mentioned a month ago for the past 4 weeks. Yeah, we're doing everybodies. Thank goodness we're almost done. It's helpful, but goodness I can only take so much critiquing. I like discussing much more. And I'm gunna have so much fun dicussing The Pillars of the Earth.
Creative writing = best class ever. I've started so many things that I can't wait to expand on...guess I'll have my chance in a couple of weeks, when we need to start writing 30 pages of short stories/poems/creative non fiction. Woo!
Film and Lit is interesting enough, minus the jerks we have in class. Ms. SADD Advisor was gone for 3 days last week... total chaos results. Yeah, we're all seniors, and she had to make us have quiet time when she got back. You heard me right, quiet time. And we deserved it too.
Calc... not much to say.
Literary festival isn't doing as well as I think we hoped... last day is the last day to sign up, and we haven't reached that magic 100 number yet. And I know Yoda is going crazy, she's so worried... and I really don't want to have had her put all this work into it and paid all this money for it to not even happen. We only have $140 in sponsorship money, and we need $7000 to pay these authors. $7000, minus that $140, minus I think about a couple hundred dollars we're making from the books... leaves the better part of $7000. We only really have one solid fundraiser... so yeah, I'm completely worried.
Not to mention, now, in addition, I'm worrying about college. I'm trying to think what I'll do if I don't get into Emerson. I really have no idea. I have a couple back up schools that I would probably come to hate if I actually had to attend them. I think I wanna do writing, but I'm worried that I won't be able to write constantly for 4 years, won't be able to actually finish something for senior year... goodness, I'm obviously not on the self esteem train, but forgive me, it's different for a writer. I tell Yoda all the time to have some confidence, because goddamn it she's a great writer, but I can't do it myself, so how can I tell her? It's a mess, muchly. Bright side is that I've got enough recommendations to last me a lifetime. :) Just gotta get those essays going...
And speaking of recommendations... been talking to M&M recently, since she offered at the end of last year. Seems that she'll be writing me one, and that we might be seeing her for the literary festival! That makes me so immensely happy. :)
And didn't I also talk to Ms. A today, at NESBA. I was completely happy that when she saw me walking over, she met me halfway so that it wasn't so awkward to walk into a circle that had the entirety of the old staff in it to say hi to our former band director. Yeah. So, we chatted about school and such, asked how it was with a new principal; she'd already heard some of the stuff that's happened... but she seems so genuinely happy, that I have to be happy. Teaching again, is what she said, she's happy to just be able to teach without having to worry about administrating an entire school system. She misses us, though, and I must say that I think we also miss her a great deal. It's evident in the music the band plays... the talent is still there, but the enthusiasm is gone... and I can see it on the faces of every band member, especially the seniors. As I was saying to one of the band parents the other day... we're Ms. A's kids. That's the only way to put it.
And to top off the weekend in grand fashion, my grandfather is sick again. He had a minor stroke a couple weeks ago, and now he's sick again. I can't help but think that with all the stuff that has been changing so rapidly around me, that all of a sudden I'm going to have another funeral to go to. I know it's horrible, automatically thinking that, but I hope some of you can understand why. And it would have been my aunt's 74th birthday last Sunday... another reminder. There are some times when I regret growing up, when I wish that I could go back to being a kid... when I could go back to running around while my aunt babysat, when she still used to come upstairs to "check" on us and make sure we were sleeping... all the polaroids that had only half of our heads on them. :) How I miss it...