Senior Sum, Gone On and Past!

        I heard that, supposedly, there are still a few people who occasionally visit this blog, even though I've neglected it unless I've been particularly moody.  So here's a quick senior year blurb to please you!

        Senior year has been "so far, so good!"  I like most of my classes.  I'm taking Latin, film photography 2, AP Literature and Composition, AP Biology, Chasms Literary Magazine, and Spanish 4, which I enjoy.  Spanish always makes me feel nervous, though, because I've somehow convinced myself that every single person in that nine-person class is better at Spanish than me, so I walk in dreading it but then still walk out okay.  I'm also taking computer technology and financial literacy.  Financial lit isn't as bad as I expected, because I have friends in there.  Computer tech sucks, though.
         Computer tech sucks like a super vacuum on a really dusty rug.  It just makes me tired of being there and annoyed at how easy it is to do this housework but I still have to do it all the time anyway and ugh.  Whenever I'm in that class, I feel the urge to tweet, "I hate school.  Yay."  So I do.
       
        This last weekend was the Red Rocks marching band tour.  Even though I was generally disappointed with how we ranked every single time, I would never, ever trade the experience.  I've made almost all of my best friends in color guard, and that's how I've stayed best friends with a lot of them.  It's fun, and it keeps me active.  It keeps me from going insane with homework, by keeping me insane with other things.
        I'm sad now that it was my last fall season ever.  I'm going to miss it a lot.  Steph cried a lot.  A few others cried too, and even though I thought that I should cry, just a few tears were shed.  I sobbed and sobbed last year, because I knew this was going to be my last, but when I was staring the last fall season of my life in the eye, I couldn't cry.  I wanted to.  But I couldn't.  Maybe that's what growing up feels like.  You just look at it and mourn for it all, but you have to move forward anyway, so you lean your head on someone's shoulder, heave a sigh, hug them, and then walk away.  I bet the tears will come when my future catches up with me.
        On another note, this year was also the first year I actually flirted with someone from another band.  A drum major.  And he was adorable and I'll never see him again, and oh well.  If he ever found this, he'd think I was a creeper.  But marching band boys are attractive.  And nice, cute, drum major boys are even more so.  And I never flirt at all!  Thus... meh.

        Now we're preparing for our winter season (speaking of winter, I loved Davis's winter music this year.  It was gorgeous!).  I'm truly hoping this will be the best one yet.  I don't want to have a repeat -- where we're finally where we needed to be in the beginning of the season by our last competition.  I want to get there.  I want it so badly.  I want to help to make us the best.  I want us all to be best friends, and I want us to win.  I used to be okay with just being friends, but I want so badly to actually win.  I've put four years of my life into it, and I don't want to turn away with a few "third place by default" trophies that no one in our own band remembers.  I only remember one time we won something.  Third place out of six guards, my first winter year.  We were so excited.  It was the best night.  And then that was it. 
        I want a good guard.  I want to feel like we're as good as we say we can be.

        As far as other stressful/fun stuff, I'm starting to apply to colleges.  I'll probably end up just going to the U of U, which I'm fine with.  It's a good school, and I wouldn't have to move!  I'm really interested in Oregon State University, too, because Oregon is my dream state to live in.  I've been caught between wanting to stay home and wanting to get out into the world on my own for a while, and I guess I have about three weeks to make some decisions.  No biggie.
        I applied as a Sterling Scholar in English.  I felt pretty confident, but my interview was sort of bombed.  But I'm proud of myself for even trying for it. 
        I'm doing Academic Decathlon now.  It's really stressful because we're supposed to know aaaall of this stuff about Russia, and I haven't really caught up on any of the materials.  Good thing we're taking this first competition as a test run. :-P
        For Halloween, I had been seeing "Dress up as your favorite literary character and win a $50 Barnes & Noble gift card!" signs all over school.  Most people didn't know about it until I mentioned it to them, but my friend Jules dressed up as Heidi to come compete with me.  I was Daisy Buchanan.  Now that it's all over with, I wish I had gotten a photo!  A faux bob, pink drop-waist dress, pink fringed scarf, pearls, dangly earrings, a headband, and some uncomfortably 80s heels.  Surprisingly, I won!  I got $50! And Heidi got $5, too. : ) 
        I'm also trying now to get an English Emphasis cord for graduation.  I just need to come up with a service project that relates to English and does not relate to my having to read to little kids and I'm pretty sure I'll have it earned.
        As far as trying to do things even if I might not be the greatest or a winner, but just to try it, this has been my year.  It's been a great year for that, and it makes me proud of myself for finally breaking out of this little shell I've always had, if only a little.

        Voting tomorrow!  Exercise your rights as an American!

        And now it's midnight, and this isn't the two-paragraph blurb I envisioned.  But that's life, I guess.  You set out to write a sentence and you write yourself a freaking novel.  Or is that just me?

DFTBA