• During prelims, we got second place in our class. I gave it all that I had, and when we were at our last set (which is a hold), I saw the two color gaurd teachers jumping up and down and screaming. We went back to the high school. Our color gaurd was best out of everyone's, and there were 21 bands there. Are we awsome or what? Um. Went back that night, tired, and won fifth out of the twelve, and got another Distinguished. WOO! We didn't beat Madisonville, but we were close. How close? Our score was 80.2. Theirs was 80.5. Frick. When we changed out, I realized that my tennis shoes were no longer in the locker room. I searched until Mr. Mullins went to lock it up. MY SHOES ARE GONE!!! NOOOOO! Went home, plopped into bed. here comes the stupid part. I heard a crowd cheering, and I kept hearing some band playing. This has happened before; The Cavaliers came to town, and I heard them from my bedroom, and it's because I live near the stadium. It was twelve in the morning. I was tired. I thought the Racer band was practicing or something stupid like that, or maybe I was hallucinating. To prove to my tired self I was hallucinating, I reached upto my bedroom window to open it. I couldn't get it to go up. I pushed harder. Instead of pushing up, I pushed out, and ended up breaking the window. With my bare right hand. It was a clean break, only one big chunk, otherwise I wouldn't be able to type right now. OH WHAT NOW? I'm so strong I can break a window without punching it with anger and busting my hand open. Oo. I went back to bed. Woke up the next morning, went to church, didn't realize that I had broken it until I was starting to take a nap with Ryan. His arms were around me, and I was really sleepy and tired, when suddenly I remembered breaking my bedroom window and said it aloud. When I told Ryan, he snatched up my hand, as if I had hurt it. It made me feel strange to know that he cared so much. I'm at school writing all this. I'm not aloud to get onto the OD, so I'm writing this from songmeanings.net. I'm in English. Regular English. Honors English 2 has read seven novels so far. What have we done? NOTHING! Wrote a memoir. Woopdefreakingdoo.

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