Day Twenty-Two!

Ok SO. I'm officially done my background in the painting. I even added shadows to my pawns AND finished the checkerboard. It's being all intense on me. I can hardly take so much intenseness that early in the morning, but I try. Math was just fine, we started some stuff I love today, so that's exciting.
english was good we wrote up drafts about how animal tendencies are similar to human tendencies i got mine done so tomorrow ill just have to write up the real thing and it will be quick
You have no idea how hard it was to type that badly. I'm impressed with myself.
During spare I read the book I'm supposed to be reading - praise me! I actually read it for most of spare, which is awesome. The poor subject how now gone blind because of bad hygiene and malnutrition. Tough read, much?
In acting we got a CD made up of all of our music and were working with the cues and stuff. Tomorrow the techs will start on lighting! Monday is Thanksgiving! APPLE PIE!

Day Twenty-One

Chocolate.

In Art I didn't work on the background at all, which means it really IS done! Hooray! Friday is the last day we have with our paintings, and since my spare doesn't match up with when the teacher is free, those of us that don't have our paintings done will have to come in before / after school. Guh. But I think I should be done if I buckle down - which I do.
In English a guy came in from one of the clubs at the school. It focuses on social problems in and around the community, and tomorrow he and another guy will be collecting food and money for the food bank, so today after school I bought a backpack full of nonperishable foods, and am just going to give them the backpack! Hooray!
In math it was good. I got my lil' homework done with lightning speed.
In acting we started working with music, and ours is going to be SO good, oh man. I can hardly even handle it.

Day Twenty!

I'm officially into the two'zies of learning! Twenty! Apparently I ate my supper really fast (I didn't think so, but there you go), because it now feels like there is a huge lump getting kicked between my ribs. Anyway.

School was good today! My math friend and I powered through the homework together (we actually made an awesome team. I knew what he didn't, and vice versa, and we caught each other on small mistakes), so I have none. Isn't that fun? In English we wrote a short paragraph about 'The Life of Pi' so far, and only a few of us (me too!) got it all finished. In art we kept painting, and now - OFFICIALLY - I think my background and sky are done. Maybe. It always looks different once the paint has dried. The man in the sky is pretty well finished, mainly because the more I tamper with his skin tone, the more I have to go over it all and do it again. Just a few touch ups are needed. That leaves finishing the pawns, the chess board, and the shadows. Tada! In acting we picked out music for our scene. It's actually going to be pretty good, I'm excited. We got a bunch of music from 'The Brothers Grimm', 'Fantasia', and even CSI! We have a fairly good idea of what lighting we want, so our techs main duty tonight is mixing all our music and making it sound pretty. 

We went to Macs today as well in spare. I bought Junior Mints. No big deal.

Day Nineteen

We're almost onto day twenty of my public schooled learning. I've only been in the school for lessons eighteen times, but I feel like I know the routine very well considering! Today during lunch I headed outside with some friends, then as I went back inside to meet other friends, I saw a huge group of people in the parking lot in a circle cheering and groaning and stuff. I met my friends then told them we should head out to see. It was the guys having a milk chugging competition! There was so much hurl, it was just hilarious. My friends friend who I don't really know let me stand in front of him because I'm so short (which was awesome, because I couldn't see before), but at one point the people in front of me left and there was no barrier between me and the barfing boys. They even put food coloring into the milk, so there was pink, green, and blue puke (so artistic). It was really funny, I love high school.
In art we checked out each others work and got feed back from the teacher, so that was good! I've actually finished my background now, possibly, maybe, I think. In English our teacher isn't our teacher anymore, and now it's the teachers aid, I suppose? The aid was always there just sort of was in the background, but now it's just her, which is good and bad, because I really liked the old teacher. She's cool too, though.
In math I felt very competent.
In acting we started work on a 'major movement' project, and we get to work with the techs this time, too! So we get to have sound effects, music, and lighting. I'm excited.

The Weekend!

Guh. The sleepover resulted in us deciding to go to bed at three thirty AM; however, when I went to the bed that I had planned to spend the night sleeping in, I found that it was occupied by another person who was very asleep, and very spread-eagle. So my friend and I both crowded on the couch in the living room. The three and a half hours of sleep that I got were in a propped up sitting position on a small couch with my feet stuck behind another kids pillow.
All in all though, it was a pretty fun time.
My dad moved here for good on Saturday! Woohoo! How happy is that, right? So yes, that's very exciting - he even checked my bathroom for me (there was a huge black spider above the door for a few days, then it was gone. So there was no way I was going back in there until it was checked).
My phone started freaking out yesterday, and I think it's on it's final stretch. It's been through a lot with me. I've dropped it while longboarding then rode over it, I've dropped it down stairs from a chair, I've dropped it in the sand then stomped on it, I've dragged it through the ocean, and I've dumped water bottles on it (and yes. Everything that has happened to my phone has been an accident). It's been a good phone.

Day Eighteen

Cereal!

In acting we did a scene with slow motion and sped-up motion. It was good times. In art we kept painting, but on Monday we have to not paint, and just look at our work for a class (I'm sure we'll be doing more then just looking at it, but you know). In English we finished then revised one of two drafts we wrote over the last two days, and submitted it for marking. We had forty-five minutes to do it, and even though both of my drafts were already finished, I still felt rushed when the bell rang to start the Terry Fox Run. Apparently almost nobody runs (even the in-shape kids), because as a friend and I speed-walked past everybody, I saw lots of boys from the football team, hockey boys, and rugby boys - all walking. But whatevs! I was actually looking forward to running it, but with Ol' Faithful acting up, there was no way. In math we had to partner up and do an activity thing with calculations and stuff, and I think my partner was thrilled to be with me, because I knew how to do it, even though the teacher had only briefly touched on it. I spent my spare in the library reading. I had to: In the cafeteria I don't want to concentrate on a book, because Muscles Nimbulus and friends are always there as well.
Tomorrow is a birthday party! It's one of those '8 PM - 10 AM' things where you just know if you go to sleep you'll wake up somehow different then when you went to bed. I'm excited!

Day Seveteen

**Non-school tidbits**

My ACL (big-boy knee ligament) is still alive! My new best buddy Kyle even told me so. He was really tall and helpful. I told him everything I had done to it (torn hamstring, four twisty-cracky-sprains. I left out the chipped bone bit, because it wasn't related), and he kept a straight face throughout, then said, 'You may have hope, because with previously torn hamstrings, they could just be weak and pretend to be a torn ACL.' Which made me very smiley, because I was terrified that my ACL was blown to smithereens, and even a bit of hope is hope. He did his little poke-bend-twist things, and when he was finished he let out a big sigh. He said that he was really afraid that I had torn it, because everything I said usually means a torn ACL, but it ISN'T! When he was giving my the ultrasound we chatted about my old town, cause he's totally been there. Then when he was giving me a stretch to do he explained it, and I did it no problem. He raised his eyebrows, said maybe I didn't tear it after all, and that he'd have to give me the really advanced version. So. WAHOO!

At school all was well! There was a junior football game but I didn't stay. In art we painted. In English we wrote. In math we mathed, and in acting we acted. Our scene went REALLY well, everybody was sort of speechless and breath-y afterwards. I was told by people who have watched theatre for ages that it was one of the best death scenes they had seen. So the moral of the lesson is: I can die really well! It was sweet. We got really into it, and when my partner stabbed me she screamed so loudly and convincingly, I thought I really had been stabbed for a second. Then when she stabbed me a few more times on the floor, I made myself go all sweaty and shaky, then still. SO much fun - I love dying on stage.