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Blogger,I am currently sick of Blogger right now. Not blogging, just Blogger. They periodically make these ''updates'' and it usually they are simple and great. But when they change things around, like where things are located or even taking things out and grouping things together to the extent that you don't know where to find them, would you not be mad as well? I went to edit this dear blog of mine and during so, I noticed that the box under the posts (the star rating and comments)  are white. Why would I want a white box on a black and blue background. So, I searched to find a way to change it. If there was no way, I was simply going to take it off. But, if I can't even find where I put it on, because obviously it's moved, then how am I to go about changing it?
So I guess now I am going to rest my frazzled brain and come back to it later with a calmer state of being. Maybe I will find something on one of our new channels to watch. If not, I'm off to go practice one of the three routines we are learning in musical theatre. Afterwards I will return to working on my secret project. Yes, be curious reader. Be very curious.

oodga yeba!
(Pig Latin translation: good bye!
I think that just gave me the idea to write a post in Pig Latin.
It would be dedicated to the only one in my school who speaks it with me.
Yes. The idea has been bookmarked.)


Never, Never, Never Give Up

I started out musical theatre with hesitance. I'm sure everyone in the expected me to drop out once they saw I was the only freshman, but I wasn't going to let that get in my way. Only one person has really talked to me and I find him rather creepy, but I am not having to worry about it as much because I think I've somehow made it across that I don't really want to have anything to do with him. I have become okay with no one to talk to in that class. They don't despise me anymore and they are actually learning my name instead of calling me The Freshman. I have choreography to learn and don't need to be bothering myself with conversing anyway. Our group is doing the song "Rubberneckin'". I actually enjoy learning the dance. After you start to get it, it's easier. I still have to work on it, but I am enjoying it and trying hard. Maybe they'll see I'm not the small freshman the thought me to be.
I've also joined the drama club with Lizzy, Shevontè and Katy. There are auditions for a play already and I find that great. I love classes that start off swinging instead of slowly progressing to normal activity. Even though, it's not really a class; it's an extracurricular class.
Chorus is going well too, besides the fact that I do believe all the altos lost their minds over the summer and have learned to sing eighth notes like quarter notes and totally ignore rests of any sort, as I learned today as we were put in the hallway to see if we could get it without the help of a teacher. I had to set those girls straight. They might have thought I was rude or something for taking over (cause GOD FORBID someone besides a prep to take control of a situation!) but I'm sure by the time we had to return to the chorus room, they were thankful for my help. And in no way am I trying to brag whatsoever. I'm just simply staying the alto section, save two, has seemed to have lost their marbles.
As for that English project I mentioned in an earlier post, I will now explain.
Our mission was given to us Friday, giving us all weekend to work on it. It was going to be due Tuesday. She told us that we were to recreate a fairy tale. We were to use different characters and settings, but follow the plot. I eagerly began by listing fairy tales to try and decide which one I should use. After I made a list, I narrowed it down to Alice in Wonderland, Peter Pan, and One Thousand and One Nights. I felt Alice and Wonderland had too many characters and such a complex plot that it would be very difficult to write in a week. My next choice, Peter Pan, was the choice of one my other friends, so I did not want to do that. So, I moved to my last choice: the book similar to Aladdin. I began typing it on my iPod and it went well. Sunday, I emailed myself what I had and transfered it to a word document. It was in Times New Roman, 12 pt, single spaced. It was seven pages long. Monday, she told us she wanted it TNR, 12 pt, and double spaced.
I absolutely hate double spacing documents. It's worse when the text is in large font, makng the space in between the lines larger. It reminds me of a childs book. I just find it obnoxious. It makes it longer than it actually is.
But anyway, she concluded the instructions with saying that she didn't want a short story, but she didn't want it 10-15 pages long either.
Well crap. I knew my seven page story (that was only half way through) was going to be way over 10 pages, especially with double spacing.
Well, I was correct. The seven pages turned to eleven once double spaced. I then condensed what I had. Condensed it all the way to six pages. It was heart breaking. I was so proud of what I had and I had to take out and shorten it. It was not the same at all. I then continued typing. Once I finished the story, I had sixteen pages. With much sadness, I went back to the beginning and began condensing again. I had to take out a lot of dialouge, which I felt had not only added to the story, but helped to develop the characters when it was in there. After getting to the end after condensing, I had twelve pages.
Now I had gotten home at four-thirty because I had a drama club meeting after school. Once I got back, I imediatly began working. I worked non-stop until eleven. So when I ended up with twelve pages, I did not feel like going back and rereading and recondensing everything. So I settled with twelve pages. I felt like a bad person for doing so, but I was tired. So, I turned it in with twelve pages. If she hates me for it or counts off for it, then I'm sorry, but I don't do short stories. Never could. I can't tell a story to someone and it be short. Not writing, at least. And Aladdin is a rather long story, anyway. Those who did Red Riding Hood, Goldilocks, Cinderalla, etc and had two pages, I could understand. But Aladdin for me, in under ten pages, is like asking me to describe what I did in all of my classes in one sentence: very, very hard.



I am really enjoying this school year. My first period class is chorus, which will always get me in a good mood to start the day, although my voice tends to be weaker in the morning. That's not too good, but I enjoy it. I have geometry second and although Caitlin and Allie are also in that class, due to the seating arrangment, I only have Kristen to assosiate myself with, which is perfectly fine. I then have English, which I am really excited about. The teacher, Mrs. Ozbirn, had commented on my writing by the third day of school, and I do have to say that it was rather exciting. She's given us our first real writing project which I am excited about and will explain in a later publishing of Battle Butterfly.
After I leave third period, I go to Biology. It's a new teacher. He seems like a good teacher when it comes down to it. He teaches well. From biology with Katrina, I then go to PE with her, Jackie, and Michael Nash. We have fun down there. And then off to lunch. Last year I had lunch with two people: Tamira and Lizzy. That was a boring lunch. But there are a ton more people in my lunch this time and it's great. And after first nine weeks, I am going to have fifty minute lunch everyday with all of my other friends, so it's definitely something to look forward to. I then have to leave to get the bus to the highschool for musical theatre with my lonely ninth grade self. It hasn't been as bad since we've started working on coming up with choreography for the songs. Before, it was a little creepy. Then back on the bus for World History at the freshman center with Blake and Allie. I love it.


Fresh Start

Well, I new school year started today and I am still excited about it. I do plan on changing one class, but other than that, it's all good.
I woke up early. I woke up about twenty minutes earlier than I have to. I had my reasons of course. We had to read the book Jane Eyre over the summer. In all honesty, the book is very long and the first half of it is very boring. The last half, however is pretty interesting. If it were just the last 15-20 chapters as the book alone, it would've been an interesting book, but the beginning was so dull that by the time it becomes interesting, I am so full of the thing that I don't care what happens in it anymore and it begins to feel like it keeps dragging on. For those who have to read it who haven't yet, i'm not going to give any details, but Brontë just keeps adding to it to make it last longer and longer.
Well, I didn't get around to finishing it. I ended up having about 10 chapters left unread. So when I woke up early, I was on the Internet reading cliffnotes and summaries of the unread chapters, just in case there was a surprise something or another at school so the teacher could see if you'd read it yet.
After reading up and making last minute preperations, I headed for school, dressed in purple skinnies and a red, white, and blue splatter shirt, completed by a flower bow made out of zippers in my hair, converse that are beginning to show wear below the cuffs of my jeans and a colorfully checkered messenger bag slung over my shoulder. I walked into that school with the determination to start my highschool out right. I was going strive for exelence in every class and subject. I was well prepared for anything. As I entered each of my classes, chorus being the largest class I'm in, there was someone I knew well in all of my classes. That fact stood until I had to take a bus over to my seventh period class: Musical Theatre with Ms. Rockhill at the highschool. I had a hand full of people to associate myself with on the bus on the way over, but I found as I exited the bus and entered the highschool-the large school where the hallways are still unfamiliar to me- that I stood alone. As everyone else aboard the bus headed for French, I discovered that I was the only nineth grader to have musical theatre. Even though I knew little of the highschool's hallways, I knew where there chorus room was and since the class is taught by the chorus teacher, it was obvious that it would be in the same room. I walked in there with as much confendence as I could muster up. The fact of being in a room full of people that had known one another for however many years was slightly nerve racking. But I approached the teacher as she told me to and I told her my name.
Ms. Rockhill has a history with my family. Actually both of my parents had her as a teacher when they were in highschool, and I couldn't imagine them being anything but great in her presence, so I guess that does give me some form of step up. The good thing is is that she remembers them well too, which means they left some form of impression.
But it was very odd walking into that class but the people in there are really nice and seemed to have a few that took interest in having a new member, but not too surprised that it was only one.
In the end, I was proud if myself because I made it back to the bus. The peers that walked off to French didn't make the bus at all, but I am going to have to invest in a watch so that I can keep up with the time, due to the fact that I have to leave five minutes early to get the bus. And seeing as the only clock in the room read 5:10 when I walked in I am going to have to have some sort of personal time keeping machine. Because the teacher can tell me when to go the first few days, but even I would forget about it as the school year progressed and we did mote things. The hard part is finding one that I like. I never can.
So over all, I am very excited about this year and I am going to keep myself in check. It's pretty much part of my college application. And it would look good on the ASFA resume as well, if I convince my parents, that is.


Calming Down

So, I have been getting better, after my complete breakdown. I have friends to thank for a lot of that. I'm sure most of them had no idea what was really going on. They tend to make my day without any explinations of my mental status. They are just like that. The group of them are genuinly happy people and they never fail to put a smile on my face. Which is one reason I can say, "I can't wait for school to start," and mean it. I am going to share classes with a few of my friends and I am going to enjoy the classes as well. Unlike our middle school, you have more controll over what classes you get. Of course you don't always get the one you want, but there are more classes to choose from. One thing I am not too happy about though, is their lack of arts. Photography? Nope. The only writing class they offer is creative writing and journalism. Screen plays? No. They do have chorus and musical theatre, both of which I am taking, and I plan on joining show choir. But other than the singing area, they lack in my interests. I would love to go to ASFA. There are plenty of reasons I should/could go. But the reason for me not going and the reason that my mom stands firm on, is that I'm 'to young to be away.' I'll be fifteen in January. Can a fifteen year old not care for herself? It's not like I am going to be living there alone, either. I would be at home over the summer and winter breaks. Maybe a weekend or two. It's cheaper for me to go there than live at home, even if you base it just on food. I'll get her to listen one day. Maybe she'll consider.