Ripped to Shreds

Today was a bit of a haze for me, I had to be to school early for choir. We had a Veteran's day concert that we had to sing in during first period. I felt very sick this morning, and almost considered staying home, but I couldn't. It's already hard enough to hear the Altos in Encore and Choir, I couldn't abandon them like that. So, against my mother's wishes, I went to school and toughed it out. My throat was on fire, my head was pounding, I could barely breathe (despite taking my inhaler), and snot was dripping out of my nose like water.

Encore was up first, we sang our jazz version of the National Anthem. It went okay-ish, other then the fact that I had to croak out the E that I usually sing with no trouble at all. We had two rows of ten, and we were standing right in front of the section of seats reserved for Veterans. As Ms. Poe gave us our starting note, a cell phone went off. We all looked around, and it happened to belong to one of the Veterans. This inflicted a little joy into our expressionless group.

Choir was even worse. Ms. Poe said she could barely hear us; I could barely hear us. THERE ARE 90 OF US! WHY ARE WE NOT MAKING A HUGE SOUND!!?? I'm pretty sure my choir of 22 last year sounded larger than my choir of 90 this year. This really annoys me. We are singing songs that require a large choir to sound good, and it "ain't happenin'" (excuse my Gregory language). I walked in the door at home and the first thing Rudy said to me was, "Dude you guys sucked today!". I couldn't help but laugh because it was true.

Our next performance was at the parade of Veterans during 6th period (I got out of my IT class!!!). Encore and the Brass Ensemble took a bus down to the fair center, and sang and played for the Veterans. This is where my day got even more sketchy. When I got on the bus, I found an empty seat and sat down. Seats filled up quickly and soon people where yelling to double up. Much to my displeasure one of the creepy weirdo druggie guys sat down next to me. I. Freaked. Out. I was about to ask him nicely if I could find another seat when, all of a sudden, Mount St. NoseOnMyFace blew snot chunks all over this guy. It was really embarrassing, but at least it got him to leave. I felt terrible, I can honestly say he is the first person I have ever, legitimately blew snot chunks all over. Oh well, emabarrassment, story of my life.

By the end of the day, my voice was absolutely torn to shreds. My throat felt like I had just swallowed nails. None of the medicine my Momma gave me seems to be working, so I'll have to tough this one out. She has been giving me allergy medicine that makes me drousy, so it has been messing with my sleeping schedual. For instance, it's 12:01 AM and I am not tired at all. If only I can make it to Friday. Friday. Ugh, it's Monday.