Note to Self: Join Band

Prologue

I never thought filling out course selections could be so hard.

I flopped back in my lime green bed and glanced at the clock; its bright blue digits read "11:30 PM." I had been working on course selections for an hour, and I only filled out one credit. And I still needed two regular credits and one and a half alternative credits.

The first and only class I put down on the course list was Drawing. That was easy. I had been waiting for over a year to take that class, and now I could finally do it!

When I saw Art of Drawing on my freshman class list last year, I knew right away that it was the class for me. Art is my passion. At least, drawing is. I'm awful at any other kind of art. I've always loved transforming a dull, blank piece of paper into a beautiful masterpiece. It's like doing magic. Last year, though, I wasn't allowed to take Drawing because I had to take Art Fundamentals (the prerequisite) first. Let me tell you, the title is not fitting at all; History is a more accurate name for the class.

After a painful year of boring history lessons, I earned myself the class of my dreams. 

The list shot me the same cold stare that it had been giving me for the past hour. I wished I could burn it. I was way too exhausted to think straight but I couldn't put this off any longer; the list was due tomorrow.

For about the bazillionth time, I skimmed the class list. There were way more options than last year. That only made it harder for me to pick electives. Last year was way easier because I didn't have as much to choose from. And it's not like I could repeat any of last year's classes; I passed them all.

Since I was required to take a secondary language, I put Spanish in slots three and four.

Great! Just two more spots to fill before going to the alternates. That meant that I needed one more year-long course or two semester-long courses.

Maybe I could take another art class, I thought, desperately trying to narrow down the choices. I examined all the other art courses: Sculpting and Photography. Sculpting was definitely out of the picture. Choking over clay in elementary school scarred me for life. Taking pictures wasn't so bad, I guess, but I could never keep a still camera. Oh, well. It would work. 

Finally! I filled up all six slots! The hard part of course selections was finally done!

All that I had to do was the alternative courses, but that was easy. The school never put the alternate classes in your schedule, so it didn't matter what I put in. Not wanting to worry about the stupid form any longer, I scribbled down Band and Speech in the alternate spots; they had the least amount of letters in them, so I could write them quicker.

I was done! I was officially done! The dark course selection cloud that had been hanging over my head for weeks was finally gone!  I would have done a happy dance if I wasn't so tired.

Also, if I wasn't so tired, I probably would have been more logical in picking my alternative classes...

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So I finally got around to starting this story! I've been wanting to write this for almost a year. (I could really relate to the main character when I finished this.) Did you get the puns in the title?

I don't usually write Humor stories, so I hope this turns out okay.

Unfortunately, I won't have more chapters for a while; that's why this is just a preview.

I hope you like my story!

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