I didn't write about school yesterday cuz, 1-I was busy and 2-I didn’t really feel like it.
Anyway, Christina was back at school yesterday and I really got into what was going on in the class and not so much into my work, though I did finish my packet. It was funny cuz one guy tried to fight Mr. Hollman and Mr. Hollman beat him each time and everyone said funny things that I could repeat if I wanted, but I won't. I had to leave health early to talk to Mrs. Sass about doing NovaNet.
I met Becky after school. She always looks so tired and stressed out. I'm over here carefree, hyper and having the time of my life at school. I always feel like I'm talking too much when I'm with her. But whatever, I'm going to ask her today if anything is bothering her. I actually finished my walk home yesterday. It was a very nice, inspiring walk, especially cuz it was raining. Then I went to see a demonstration by Fosse at Chase that was awesome.
So anyway, I could get into a lot more detail, but I don't feel like it. Today I have so far been listening to music and drawing, and exercising and doing homework and junk like that.
So I am going to go to school now, though I am actually really tired. I've been waking up from these Harry Potter dreams at five lately. Go figure.
Thursday, April 24, 2003
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Tom? Tom Riddle?
It's only 12:00 (AM) and I've already had quite a day. I had my voice lesson at Janene's new house. Her new house is very nice and big. Her family really deserves it. There are three kids, Janene and her husband, Bill. It made me happy that I was going to my lesson and we could do anything we wanted because we weren't preparing for any shows or competitions. Not that I don't like shows and competitions, but it's nice to have a relaxing lesson where you can just sing whatever and there's no pressure. I didn't feel like I had to stay longer or anything. It was a nice day and I was perfectly content to do warm-ups. Lots. I wanted to. We are going back to basics now.
Janene said, "Now if we are going to go back to getting you all trained up to be an opera singer we are going to do a lot more scales and things like that that train your voice and not so many songs"
"Good," I said
And she went on to tell me that sopranos have a reputation for being stupid.
"Kind of like blondes?" I said.
Janene laughed. "Yes, exactly"
Sopranos sometimes can't read music because they don't have to harmonize.
So they are called stupid.
"But we are going to make you a smart soprano. Learning to read music is
no fun, but we want you to know your craft."
I was glad to learn music. I like how Janene calls it my craft. I love what I do and I want to know all about it. I left feeling proud about what I am.
When we were doing warm ups and I was getting to the high notes (even with my cold. Yay!)
Janene said, "Kid, you are always going to be a soprano. Wow."
YES YES YES!
She also said that I am too young to tell if my voice is fit for opera. But I said, whatever, I am always going to be working for my goal and I'm always going to sing. If I can't sing opera I'll sing something else.
Then I had homebound. God, I hate homebound. But it actually looks like I'm going to stop homebound and do algebra by myself in an independent study. Praise the Lord! So soon I have to go to school and face the nuts guy, but at least health will be fun.
And who knows, maybe I'll make some chocolate dipped strawberries at grandmas. I also really want to do more writing. God, I love who I am. A writer, a soprano, a dancer and a hyper little short person with all these talents. I know that sounds vain, but everyone has to love themselves, but not too much and I really don't think I love myself too much and don't take anything for granted.
Janene said, "Now if we are going to go back to getting you all trained up to be an opera singer we are going to do a lot more scales and things like that that train your voice and not so many songs"
"Good," I said
And she went on to tell me that sopranos have a reputation for being stupid.
"Kind of like blondes?" I said.
Janene laughed. "Yes, exactly"
Sopranos sometimes can't read music because they don't have to harmonize.
So they are called stupid.
"But we are going to make you a smart soprano. Learning to read music is
no fun, but we want you to know your craft."
I was glad to learn music. I like how Janene calls it my craft. I love what I do and I want to know all about it. I left feeling proud about what I am.
When we were doing warm ups and I was getting to the high notes (even with my cold. Yay!)
Janene said, "Kid, you are always going to be a soprano. Wow."
YES YES YES!
She also said that I am too young to tell if my voice is fit for opera. But I said, whatever, I am always going to be working for my goal and I'm always going to sing. If I can't sing opera I'll sing something else.
Then I had homebound. God, I hate homebound. But it actually looks like I'm going to stop homebound and do algebra by myself in an independent study. Praise the Lord! So soon I have to go to school and face the nuts guy, but at least health will be fun.
And who knows, maybe I'll make some chocolate dipped strawberries at grandmas. I also really want to do more writing. God, I love who I am. A writer, a soprano, a dancer and a hyper little short person with all these talents. I know that sounds vain, but everyone has to love themselves, but not too much and I really don't think I love myself too much and don't take anything for granted.
Monday, April 21, 2003
Do You Use Yours Powers for Good or For Awesome?
Today was interesting. That is probably the best way to describe my life these days. Interesting. I didn't have homebound today because I was feeling a bit off. It was probably because yesterday I did a lot of walking at school then went to physical therapy, then went to ballet and then stayed out late eating Mexican with the Tidballs for Tim's Birthday. Yeah, that's probably why. Oh and I woke up at 2:45 in the morning and stayed up for about half an hour. Anyway, all in all I wasn't feeling all that great this morning so I didn't do the homebound thing. But hey, I ain't complaining. Homebound, aside from getting you an education, completely sucks. I mean, the teachers never bring anything to do so they sit and watch you the whole time, and if you have never had someone just sit and stare at you...you're lucky because it is probably one of the most annoying things on this earth. So I sit there doing Algebra and he's watching me and I mess up cuz he is making me nervous and then he acts like I'm some stupid kid who has just committed a sin! I mean geeze, do these people all belong to some sort of club where their goal is to ultimately freak people out?!
So anyway, I did want to go to school. So eventually I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower. Resource is always interesting though never much fun. But at least no one is mean to me (like Harry: Potions), just disrespectful, especially the teacher. But whatever. It's livable.
Christina wasn't there so that left me being the only girl in the class. Not that I'm complaining. No, wait, see none of the guys are boyfriend material, it's just that I'm used to being around big delinquent seniors. This one guy comes in holding his, um, crotch in his hands and says, "Whoa, ouch, I just got hit really hard in the nuts" I just sort of rolled my eyes and went on working. But he just keeps complaining about his poor, bruised "nuts". Ew. I tell ya, no respect. So he goes to the nurse and comes back with an ice pack over his "nuts" and gets on the subject of his criminal record. Somehow in these kind of classes this always comes up. He says that he knows how to break into two different kinds of cars easy and went on about all of the things he's stolen. I push my backpack further under the desk because it has my CD player in it with my brand new Pete Yorn CD. About three fourths of the way through class that nuts guy comes up to me.
"What are you doing?" meaning, what am I working on.
"Health," I said "I mean Career Ed. It sucks."
"Oh," he said "Yeah, I had to do that shit last semester"
I gave him a sympathetic look and went back to my work. So eventually I got sick of Career Ed and busied myself with peeling the paper off my pencil. Then we were finally let out.
The only reason I put up with Resource is because I get to go to health. Health completely cracks me up. Everyone in there is nice but they are all, um, a bit dim. But it's the heart that matters most right? So there's this one guy called Josh who is like, half retarded or something and annoys everyone but makes me laugh. It's so hard to keep a straight face. Like today the phone rang and Josh says, "Mrs. Lloyd line one please. Mrs. Lloyd line one"
Poor Mrs. Lloyd. She got all mad at him telling him he could never go to college saying things like that. We played Uno at the end of the class and we kept having to say, "Josh, its your turn"
And then when we were going to take a quiz Mrs. Lloyd said, "Josh, could you please move to that seat behind Becca?"
And it took him, like, forever. He put his stuff in his bag like he was going to move, but then stayed at the desk to write his name on his paper. "JOSH! MOVE!" the whole class said. I couldn't help but laugh then.
It's things like that. Mom says I should record them all. They are the kind of things that no one (except for me) finds funny, but if you read them in a book or something they would be hilarious. I think that being away from school so long has given me this new outlook on life because I never know when I am going to be confined to my bed for months, so if I feel good I plan to live each day like my last.
I was walking home listening to CDs feeling pretty good and getting exercise when my mom pulls up.
"What are you doing here?" I said, though not ungratefully.
"Oh, I just noticed you weren't home yet so I decided to come and see if you wanted a ride"
I got in the car and we went to grandma's to get mom's cell phone. we ended up staying for some tea before going to get Ginny.
I'm glad I don't have to do anything today (aside from homework), but I have to tell you about yesterday's ballet class. Each class with Melissa is incredible. It is dancer council, comedy, health class and of course ballet all in one. You get so much out of it. It is such a learning experience. Not to put any of my other teachers down or anything, because they are all wonderful, but Melissa is extraordinary. She is a perfectionist, she won't move on until everything is perfect, which is such a relief, because some teachers move on before you are ready. I look up to her a lot. There are a lot of things I could say about yesterday's class, but I'm tired and I need to do my homework, but I will say this: The best thing Melissa has taught me so far is to love and not be ashamed of your body. You hear this all the time from books and things like that, but when it comes from someone you admire you really take it seriously.
I think Melissa is a lot like me. She's short, likes perfection, is hyper and outgoing and isn't afraid of the unspoken. She had us do this exercise where we put our hands between our thighs and pushed our thighs together for two minutes.
"You feel those muscles now don't you?" she said "Women have muscles here that men will never have. See? that's why women have labor and men don't. There's a reason for those muscles"
And she talked to us the whole time, making us laugh and a few girls for the lyrical class came up and here we all are with out hands between our legs with our faces screwed up and Melissa, feeling the need for a explanation said, "We're giving birth over here." We all totally cracked up.
So tomorrow I have singing at nine thirty in the morning at Janene's new house. YAY!
So anyway, I did want to go to school. So eventually I dragged myself out of bed and took a shower. Resource is always interesting though never much fun. But at least no one is mean to me (like Harry: Potions), just disrespectful, especially the teacher. But whatever. It's livable.
Christina wasn't there so that left me being the only girl in the class. Not that I'm complaining. No, wait, see none of the guys are boyfriend material, it's just that I'm used to being around big delinquent seniors. This one guy comes in holding his, um, crotch in his hands and says, "Whoa, ouch, I just got hit really hard in the nuts" I just sort of rolled my eyes and went on working. But he just keeps complaining about his poor, bruised "nuts". Ew. I tell ya, no respect. So he goes to the nurse and comes back with an ice pack over his "nuts" and gets on the subject of his criminal record. Somehow in these kind of classes this always comes up. He says that he knows how to break into two different kinds of cars easy and went on about all of the things he's stolen. I push my backpack further under the desk because it has my CD player in it with my brand new Pete Yorn CD. About three fourths of the way through class that nuts guy comes up to me.
"What are you doing?" meaning, what am I working on.
"Health," I said "I mean Career Ed. It sucks."
"Oh," he said "Yeah, I had to do that shit last semester"
I gave him a sympathetic look and went back to my work. So eventually I got sick of Career Ed and busied myself with peeling the paper off my pencil. Then we were finally let out.
The only reason I put up with Resource is because I get to go to health. Health completely cracks me up. Everyone in there is nice but they are all, um, a bit dim. But it's the heart that matters most right? So there's this one guy called Josh who is like, half retarded or something and annoys everyone but makes me laugh. It's so hard to keep a straight face. Like today the phone rang and Josh says, "Mrs. Lloyd line one please. Mrs. Lloyd line one"
Poor Mrs. Lloyd. She got all mad at him telling him he could never go to college saying things like that. We played Uno at the end of the class and we kept having to say, "Josh, its your turn"
And then when we were going to take a quiz Mrs. Lloyd said, "Josh, could you please move to that seat behind Becca?"
And it took him, like, forever. He put his stuff in his bag like he was going to move, but then stayed at the desk to write his name on his paper. "JOSH! MOVE!" the whole class said. I couldn't help but laugh then.
It's things like that. Mom says I should record them all. They are the kind of things that no one (except for me) finds funny, but if you read them in a book or something they would be hilarious. I think that being away from school so long has given me this new outlook on life because I never know when I am going to be confined to my bed for months, so if I feel good I plan to live each day like my last.
I was walking home listening to CDs feeling pretty good and getting exercise when my mom pulls up.
"What are you doing here?" I said, though not ungratefully.
"Oh, I just noticed you weren't home yet so I decided to come and see if you wanted a ride"
I got in the car and we went to grandma's to get mom's cell phone. we ended up staying for some tea before going to get Ginny.
I'm glad I don't have to do anything today (aside from homework), but I have to tell you about yesterday's ballet class. Each class with Melissa is incredible. It is dancer council, comedy, health class and of course ballet all in one. You get so much out of it. It is such a learning experience. Not to put any of my other teachers down or anything, because they are all wonderful, but Melissa is extraordinary. She is a perfectionist, she won't move on until everything is perfect, which is such a relief, because some teachers move on before you are ready. I look up to her a lot. There are a lot of things I could say about yesterday's class, but I'm tired and I need to do my homework, but I will say this: The best thing Melissa has taught me so far is to love and not be ashamed of your body. You hear this all the time from books and things like that, but when it comes from someone you admire you really take it seriously.
I think Melissa is a lot like me. She's short, likes perfection, is hyper and outgoing and isn't afraid of the unspoken. She had us do this exercise where we put our hands between our thighs and pushed our thighs together for two minutes.
"You feel those muscles now don't you?" she said "Women have muscles here that men will never have. See? that's why women have labor and men don't. There's a reason for those muscles"
And she talked to us the whole time, making us laugh and a few girls for the lyrical class came up and here we all are with out hands between our legs with our faces screwed up and Melissa, feeling the need for a explanation said, "We're giving birth over here." We all totally cracked up.
So tomorrow I have singing at nine thirty in the morning at Janene's new house. YAY!
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