A Great Day

Today was one of those days that started out fairly typical, but then ended great. Days like this brighten up my week.

This morning I actually woke up on time! My alarm only went off for 20 minutes (which is less painful than it's usual 45 minutes). My usual thought process for choosing my what I am going to wear correlates with a quote by the infamous Celie Knudsen, "The person I am trying to impress isn't at school today, so I am putting no effort what-so-ever in my appearance." This is usually my mentality, but I decided to go against that today. I actually put an effort forth in my appearance. (Mainly because I woke up in time to do so.) At school, I walked into the band room to find my friend John sitting in my seat, typical John. Even after threatening to stab him with an oboe reed, he still didn't get up, so I just walked away. When I came back 3 minutes later, he was finally out of my seat and back in the stuck-up Trumpet section where he belonged. This made me laugh. John is always in a "let's push Annastazia's limits to see how long it takes her to blow up" mood, so this was not out of the ordinary.

The rest of the morning proceed very normally, my classes were somewhat boring, and my teachers were somewhat monotone. Typical day at Syracuse. At lunch, the principal was walking around with her list of kids that have after school detention. She walked up to me and said, "Annastazia, I have you on my list for after school detention." Tears swelled up in my eyes, I had never had detention before. In fact, I cried like a baby when Havenridge took my phone during class. (By the way, thank you to the brave soul that walked me down to the office that day while I was having an insane emotional breakdown.) Anyway... I looked at her with tears streaming down my face and said, "Dr. Stilmock, there must be some mistake." She looked over her list for a minute and then smiled and said, "Annastazia, I'm sorry, I highlighted the wrong name, you don't have detention." As soon as she walked away I wiped my tears and then looked up to see Ally and John laughing at my pathetic emotional scene. Eventually, I joined them in laughing as well. During 6th period study hall, we had Encore rehearsal (haha spelled it right!). This was our first rehearsal in the gym. "Grab your giant candy canes and let's get started from the top." Practice was pretty normal, I was the only alto you could hear, and your eyes shot directly towards me because I was the only girl completely botching the dance moves. Story of my life...oh well! :)

This afternoon, I had to take my sister into Syracuse for basketball practice, and then I had to go and pick her (and Rudy) up later. Usually, I hate the long drives back and forth to Syracuse, but tonight I was loving them. I was in one of those "Let's sing to every song, but make it sound terrible moods." So with my cruise set at 50, I was driving down the Burr Spur botching the high note on "WeeeEEE are never ever ever getting back together", messing up the words to G6 "Now now I'm feeling so fly like a CHEESESTICK", messing up the harmonies on "that's cool but if my friends ask where you are I'm going to say....", enjoying singing in the same octave as Justin Bieber, and so many more. It was absolutely wonderful. The Baldman would have had a heart attack! On the way home I needed to stop for gas and this was the first time I had ever filled my car up with gas by myself. I pulled up to the sketchy looking CO-OP in the thriving metropolis of Burr, NE. (Population 57... that's a record!) It was freezing cold outside, so to warm myself up with the gas was pumping, I started dancing and singing, completely unaware of the old man across the street staring at me like I was possessed or something. He quickly waddled away when I made eye contact with him, it was great. So today ended with a sense of laughter and accomplishment. Like I said, I love days like this.