Oh yes. Tis my time to be the ruler of the school. If only they’d give me a crown. Not like a Prom Queen or anything like that, but just Queen in general. I think I’d like that. I’d like that very much.
Anyways, it started off pretty rocky, some person gave this other person my parking tag and parking spot by accident. So then there was this huge ordeal about whose parking spot it was. At the climax of the situation, I had parked in my spot, because the other person wasn’t there and I thought they had fixed the problem. It wasn’t fixed. When I got to my truck that afternoon, I got a ticket (which I didn’t read incidentally) and a note from the other person saying, “Quit parking in my spot!” It was fair, because the person really did think that it was their spot. But I thought I had gotten a ticket for parking in my own spot and I was really angry and frustrated that they had done something about his complaint, but from the first and second day of school they had done nothing about mine. So I marched, no stormed back in the school (It was about 4 in the afternoon) and pounded on the Grade Level Office door. When nobody answered it, I hit a wall (I was that angry) and started crying. Normally, I don’t cry in school, unless I have an entire bathroom to myself and it was a particularly horrid day. But no, this was out in the open. I had lost it. But then the door opened. By this very small child might I add. I said, “Hi,” I tried to wipe the water off of my cheeks.
I walked into the office and this lady meets me and she says, “Can I help you? Are you okay?”
“I got this ticket for parking in my spot, I think it might be a misunderstanding. Maybe they gave them the wrong tag or spot or maybe they gave the spot to both of us. But I got a ticket for it.” I was still trying to collect myself, “I’m sorry, I really am sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’d be upset, too. Now why don’t you email Mr. Meezler about this?” I nod as she writes the email on the back of the ticket and I head out, much slower than I had headed up.
It’s going to be okay, everything will work out. It’ll be fine. I told myself.
I walk outside towards my car and a guy who lives in my neighborhood is sitting on a bench. I say hi, because we do know each other and it’s weird not to acknowledge people you know. Unless you’ve never talked to them before in your life, but you know who they are. Then it’s okay to pass by silently. Anyway, just as I pass him he calls out, “Are you headed home?” I say yes, “Can you give me a ride?”
“Sure, but I should let you know that you haven’t caught me at my best,” and I continue to tell him what happened with my parking. “So how’s your senior year so far?”
“Well, Coach isn’t very happy with me, I skipped practice on Saturday so I don’t think I’ll see the field this week,” he explained.
“Well, I’m very sorry to hear that.” We made small talk all the way to his house, talking about the future, too. I said I wanted to pursue something in music and he said that he was enrolling in the military in a month. He wants to be a Navy Seal. I mean, woah. I know that a lot of people go into the military, I just don’t picture people my age going into the military. In fact, it kind of freaks me out a little.
Anyways, when I got home I actually looked at the ticket and it was just a warning for not having my parking tag. So it was all fixed. And lately I’ve been learning what can only be summed up in a fortune cookie I got at Pei Wei last weekend:
Endurance and persistence will be rewarded.
So persistence I am learning. And actually taking notes and observing my sister, who does this very well.
I’ve also had some other driving experiences that were, well, experiences that I won’t go into for obvious reasons. Or maybe they aren’t obvious. But they certainly are reasons that I’m not going to tell you. Be mystified.
So we arrive on today. I wake up, not ready to be awake, but I awoke none the less. I got ready and my sister got ready early and we headed off. I dropped her off early (“Early? Why early? No one is here early! … Hey! Look! There’s Ana!”) and headed to Starbucks. Pumpkin Spiced Lattes are the best when its crisp and cool outside and deep blue skies. It really felt like fall. I got to school, ate my breakfast and headed to Economics, where I just watched this movie about the Browser Wars. Woo-hoo. They really portrayed Bill Gates as this horrid person that was consumed by greed and didn’t care what it took to shut down other competition. I mean I guess Bill Gates wasn’t all that innocent, but he still treated people better than Steve Jobs. I guess innovators have this “all or nothing” way of thinking, which is probably what made them so successful. Again, persistence.
Advisory was particularly cold. I was wearing long sleeves and I was still shaking. At first I really was opposed to advisory, because come on, who wants 10 minutes more of school for a 15 minutes of doing absolutely nothing? And I really don’t like my homeroom, at least the people in it. So I was really prepared to hate advisory. But it’s not too bad, because I’m with other people and I have my friend Will in the class, who I was supposed to write a song with last year, but it never worked out.
Skip to Music Theory, which is the last class of the day and we had this assignment where we had to go over the scales on the piano then make this rhythm with our names. Sort of like the Harry Potter Puppet Pals do in “The Mysterious Ticking Noise” which is a classic YouTube video. Here it is for your enjoyment:
So we split into our groups. My group consisted of Megan, Azira, Dan, Peyton (guy, I know this name goes both ways), Andrew and me. We all sat in a circle and decided that Dan should keep the beat, since his name is just one syllable. Eventually, we got Azira’s and my name decided. Then they brought out the “Amber, Bamber, FoFamber, Banana Famber Fofamber, Amber” actually using my name. Peyton said, “I don’t think Fofamber is a word. I don’t think it’s allowed to be said.” So Fofamber is off limits apparently. Then we ended up talking about Miley Cyrus’ bad choice in hair and that Liam Hemsworth will have this freak wife and will live old and continue making good movies. Five minutes before we were supposed to share our rhythmic name thing, we decided we should probably work. So everyone pretty much just winged it. At one point, we decided to add pitches to it, which did sound pretty cool, but I was laughing too much to make it work.
So we were the first group to go. It sounded something like this:
Dan.
Dan.
Dan.
Dan.
AhZIIIIIIra
Dan
AhZIIIIIIra
Dan
AhZZIIIIIra
Dan
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
AhZIIIra
Dan'
Ber
Dan
AhZIIra
Dan
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
Dan
Megan Tramlin
AZIIIIIIra
Dan
Ber
P-p-p-p-peyton
P-p-p-p-peyton (he even added pitch to his voice, so it started really low then went really high falsetto, which made me laugh and the whole class laugh)
Andrewww
Dan
It really was awful, but I was laughing and enjoying it too much to care.
Other than that, at home all I’ve been doing is cleaning, which included finding a teeny lizard in my room and catching it. It wasn’t even the size of my pinkie.
Until next time when I have more to share :)
