AUGUST 28, 2010 7:06 am
It's friday. the final day of the first week. It's finally over! The week actually hasn't been that bad. I haven't been in any fights (except for my first day in gym), my teachers aren't any problems at all, and im understanding all my classes. I haven't made any friends yet though. that's what's going to be the tough part, but it doesn't really bother me. i still have my best friends from middle school. i talk to them daily, and that's amazing even if i don't get to see them as often as i would like.
I don't remember walking into choir but somehow im walking through the door as the bell rings. Dr. Krueger walks in yelling 'if you were walking behind me iin the halls, you are late.", so i guess it's a good thing i was already there. today we were haveing a vocal test to see what our ranges were and where we would be placed on the risers. In my mind i already knew that i could sing alto,but alto bores me, and i was very capable of singing saprrano.
"mariah wiker. you're next dear." says Krueger. i imagined myself in line at a doctors office with a doctor standing talking to me hoding a gigantic needle saying those very words. Why would she say it that way? it sounds torturous and terrafying! Does she enjoy striking fear into those who have to stand before the class at her grand piano and embaress themselfs to the point of lifelasting anxiety? I walked up to her piano, trying my very best to hide that i was shaking like an earthquake had just hit.
"it's okay to be nervous. i know you'll do just fine." she said smiling. she was right. I could do this. just try and not think about your stage fright. She began playing a few notes and i tried my hardest to match them pitch perfect. Aparently i was doing well for i could feel a few eyes on me turn into the whole classroom and Krueger's smile had grown. In my own opinion i don't believe im a very well singer... actually i personally think i sound like shit, but i just love singing so much it's hard for me to stop.
My test finally ended. I was put with the 1st saprranos (thank god) because i was able to hold a higher note than most of the girls withought my voice breaking. i was placed inbetween this very annoying girl. At the moment i can't recall her name but i feel it's irrelevant anyhow. she had some rank breath to. i mean ha she ever heard of a breath mint, gum? on my other side was tis really skinny (not in the opauling way but in the cute pixi like way) small (but still taller than me) girl named Rachel Spillsberry. She was very excited, bouncy, and spazzy. I could tell we were going to be the best of friends.
The rest of the day just flew past and now i was in 6th. nothing interesting was going to happen. or so i thought.....
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unforgiving remembrance
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