Adrienne's First Week of Being A Sophomore by the Numbers

Number of:


Times I said "I can't believe I'm not a freshman": 12

Times I've said "STUPID FRESHMAN!": 40

Days I've had a substitute in art: 2

Weird things I've said to Mr. Blankenship: 4

Days I wished I weren't in marching band: 5

Rants Coach D has been on: 15

"Catz" I've drawn: 10 (Catz are like Bratz, except, catlike)

Complements I've receieved from Coach D: 2

Notes I've left in Chemistry Drawer #45: 1

Times I've talked to Graham: 0 :[

Times Nancy, Sarah and I have gone Tom-Hunting: 6

Stupid cookout things I've had to go to: 1

Times Mr. Halliday yelled at me for not having my PEARCE LANYARD!: 3

Days I came home, and all I did was homework: 5

Times I've seen Tai: 3 (even though he's graduated...)

Times Mr. Blassingame greeted me: 2

People at my lunch table: 4

Math concepts I didn't understand: 3

Shirts with cats on them that I've worn: 2

I forgot to bring shoes to change into after marching: 1

Days I woke up at 5:00: 5

Times I had a band song stuck in my head: 3

Sexual innuendos made by Mr. Blankenship: 2

Times I've taken off my locker door: 5 (someone took the screws to the hinges off)

Times I've cursed plaid shorts: 6

Homework assingments I didn't do: 2

Year this week felt like: 298342309483049

Sorry.

I apologize for all time between my posts. What with marching, sectionals, Driver's Ed, sleeping, and eating, I have little spare time. Once Summer Band is over, I should be back on my regular schedule.

Anyway,

In case you were wondering, summer band is awful.
As you could guess, I'm not a big fan of sweating, and other things that come with physical activity. Not only that, but there's this stupid "Section Competition." I've never really understood this one. Basically, each section tries to be more "unified" than the other. We wear the same color shirts, and attempt to be really loud when we count out loud. My section leaders seem pretty bent on winning againn this year. Which I can understand. If they win, that would mean they were the best section leaders. As for me, winning means just about nothing. Because if you win, you get a brand new.... ANNOUNCEMENT THAT YOU ARE THE BEST SECTION AT THE FIRST FOOTBALL GAME!!!!! Yeah. Okay. Cool, I guess.. But I go along with their little schemes, because they will get all frusterated at me if I don't, and it could lead to me being made to run around the marching grid. Adrienne runs for no one. Not only that, I'm trying to be more cooperative with my section, so maybe they'll like me more. Because last year I wasn't really friends with anyone in my section. I didn't talk to anyone, thus earning my "emo" title.

Speaking of "emo".

There is a girl in my Driver's Ed class whom I severely dislike. I don't remeber her full name so I'll call her ThatGirl. ThatGirl is ridiculously rich. She has an iPhone (which is stupid, because they're not that great) and lots of designer clothes (also, not that great) and she loves to tell everyone about how great she is. I've heard a lot about her going to a fancy Private School, and talking about how hard volleyball is, and laughs at all the band kids, and says that what we do is just a walk in a field of daisies compared to her unfathomably difficult "conditioning". And apparently, I'm "emo" because I don't talk to her. She is completely oblivious to the fact that everyone dislikes her. ThatGirl is the anti-Adrienne. I'm thinking of a fabulous plot to make her take back what she said.

Until then,

I will stick to watching my non-cable television shows, like Maury, The Cosby Show, and those long-forgotten movies they play on TV at 4:00, that nobody remembers. Yesterday, I watched a movie featuring all the members of N*Sync, and it was about how Lance Bass falls in love with this girl he met on the train. Which is, you know, ironic, because he falls in love with boys now.

The Worst Possible Thing That Could Happen

I have had quite a busy schedule lately. Not fun, no. But busy.

First, theres Driver's Ed:

My first ever Driver's Ed class was as boring as shopping for furniture. Not like, the cool neat-o kind. The grandma-type furniture, that's comes in one color: brown. All we did was fill out paperwork. Out instructor, Mr. Beam, is the last person you would want teaching you how to drive. He talks a lot about his two year stay in Japan, and how driving around there was easy for him. Because he's really great. Or so he wants us to think. He was also in the Air Force for a long time. So, basically, he's Mr. Gallow, with a different name. He would frequently go into little tirades about how "kids these days" do all kinds of crazy stunts. Then we answered quesions out of our Texas Drivers Handbook, which was less than thrilling. A lot of the questions are things like "What does the Do Not Pass Sign mean?" Or, "At what time of day do you turn your headlights on?" Then we got our reward of a ten minute break. After that, we watched a lovely video from the eighties. With rockin'-cool music and everything!

Then I returned home to the worst possible situation:

My computer died.

Something happened with the lightning, and BAM! It was gone.

Everything I did for that useless son of a bitch. I spent so much money on it! I worked so hard to make it work! It CHOSE to die. It hates me. Loaths me. And will do everything in it's power to destroy all of my hard work. We've always been mortal enemies. And we always will be. It's like, Team Rocket and Ash. I guess I would be Team Rocket. Which would make me the bad guy, so that metaphor wouldn't work.

To top it all off, marching band started today. Which was not quite as awful as it was last year. Or as Sarah said: "It's only kind of death, instead of total death." My section was a tad more accepting. I actually have that whole sliding thing figured out. And, it was raining part of the time Although that made it less humid, at least it wasn't hot.

When I got picked up from marching, my Mom informed me that she, and she alone, fixed the computer. I was quite amazed. My Dad, who has a degree in Electrical Engineering, couldn't fix it, but my Mom, who has a degree in... Education(?) fixed it.

So.

There you go.