September 2, 2011

First off: rap up from yesterday.

I need to find out a way to get some pictures off of FB. I also see that I have a rough year ahead of me. I wonder if Doña will let me type a blog and post it the next day, because my parents are a little hard at heart in the understanding department, nicest way to put. I, before I graduate want to have atleast one photo of each of my friends. I don't have a single photo, besides Facebook, of any of my friends. If nothing else, I want to be able to prove I had friends. Need to be more social, which of course equates to money, or a date (which means even more money). Need scholarships, and need to complete my college applications. Wow, there's a lot to be done this year. No time to waste. There's also the personal goals of 1) reading atleast 5 books before the year is over, 2) finishing writing my novel before I graduate, and 3) deciding deciding whether or not to publish my “Black Book” entries. If Doña and people I care about and who know and love me can't handle some minor details in my “Black Book”, what are people who don't know. Me going to think? I started two books, Return to Paradise by Simone Elkeles (got because one of the main characters' names is Caleb) and Finding Miracles by Julia Alvarez (got because it was in the “adoption” topic on Destiny). They both seem good. Other books I'm looking for: The Hunger Games, Tulsa Burning by Anne Myers, Searching for Atticus by Jan Marino, and Hip Hop High School.

September 2, 2011

Today is the birthday for one of my cousins: B.J. (Don't remember, I think about 25 or so). This is also the day my grandpa died, 2 years ago. What's also depressing and exciting about this day, it's exactly 1 week before my birthday. I'll be 19. Yes, I'll be old as dirt. I already know I'm not doing anything for my birthday, unless someone really just talks me into something. Anyways, I love Arianna. She just seems to know me well. I came into school and sat down next to her at a table, and she just asked why I was sad. I wasn't, I was just a little annoyed I had to ride the crowded bus. Seriously, it's like a slave ship. I had a half of a cheek on the seat. I told her about riding the bus, she looked as if she's been there. Wonder if that's why she gets dropped off? I finally got a picture of her, and her friend. It was actually three takes.

In AVID, talking about where my house is on the college quest. We're all in the beginnings, not very far. I'm need 2 more schools for my minimum requirement of 5 schools, need to apply to some scholarships, and want to take an ACT and/or another SAT. We have to come up with a visual representation of our progress. So far, we're just on the artsy stuff. Everyone's mad because we (the Hyperions) have “all” of the artistic people. We don't really. We still need our information though. Our visual is a mountain that's icy at the bottom, then it gets rocky, then rough and dirt like (I think) and then is grassy and sunny at the top. My personal interpretation would be something like: “The road to college is like a mountain: it can be a slippery one, a rocky one, and a tough one, but is all worth the struggle when you make it on top.”

Jazz Ensemble, not always about jazz. Some times we do other things while we wait.



I technically play the cornet, which is just a shorter and fatter trumpet. They have the same pitch, though. But since my cornet is so old, and is a bit stuffy sounding, Mrs. Harris has me playing the school trumpet.

This is a cornet:

This is a trumpet:



We played a song called Blue Skies. I like it. It was my first time playing a jazz piece, though. I was good anyway. I have to get used to the different styles of Jazz Ensemble and Symphonic Winds (concert band).

Just saw what a fallen tree from Irene did to one of the bars on the side of my road.

On a side note, it also felt good that people were giving me props on my shoes and asking for the hook up. I can't get y'all the hook up, though.