The Stresses Begin

I'm really not starting off the school year well. Everything is alright, but the whole aspect of pulling ALL-NIGHTERS and sleeping late on the first days of school does not work for me. I guess, in a way, it shows how well I'm willing to push myself, in the most unfavored circumstances and times. I finally got my schedule fixed, thank god! Last year, I waited about a week and then sat in Mrs. Ciccone's office for a good 2 hours! -_- oh, the stress. Honestly, I'm more lenient when it comes to dropping honors classes. Don't get me wrong, I want to go to a really good school for college, but I want to get into an art institute, not a nursing school. Anyways, I may have regretted so, but I forgot to switch into Wind Ensemble H. It sucks to go back, but this will definitely make up for lost honors credits from the past few years. It sucked, having to drop French 3H, because I love her class so much. Well, French, that is. I really enjoyed learning a new language. Next year, I definitely plan to pick it back up, ending up sharing the class with some current sophomores. Ahem.

Anyways, my starving self was so hungry by the time school ended and I wanted to go to Wendy's so badly. I needed food, and it was starting to get to me. He had to charge his phone since it was dead, so that took time away from us leaving. Then, he began to chat with the student teacher, who was helping him out with guitar. I respected and enjoyed the fact that he was getting into a deep convo about something he wants to pursue after high school: music. I had practice at 4PM and I just couldn't wait much longer. Finally, we left to Dunkin, and my stomach hurt on the way. Finally there, we had to do a "grab and go" type of thing. It didn't make my stomach feel as good as it would have wanted because of the walking and eating aspect. Regardless, I finally had food in my system. Practice actually was stressful at first. When the guard gets yelled at for something, I take full responsibility, and so it pushes me to get more done and be more of a bitch. Tosses were removed from the show, no talking was tolerated, and we were to practice in between sets. Towards the end of rehearsal, things lightened up and smiles began to crack. It wasn't too bad after all. More or less, the intensity of the season is creeping onto us. Photo is of 7-11. I got a medium slushee along the way to Target to purchase some supplies. Unfortunately, I had to revert to Staples, spending a hell of a lot more than i was content with.