I swear that crappy days are contagious. Last night one of my good friends was telling me about his crappy day, and today the crappy-day germ was passed onto me. This icky snowy/icy weather didn't make my day much better either. This morning as I walked into the band room, John looked at me kind of funny and then said, "Oh my gosh guys! Stazia is actually showing her arms!" I rolled my eyes and sarcastically said, "If you're nice to me, you may actually see my ankles next week!" There's a difference between being conservatively modest and dressing like a pioneer woman from way back in the day when shoulders and ankles were considered intimate. Sometimes I think my friends misinterpret my reasons for dressing modestly.
Speaking of dressing modestly, I had to get fitted for a dance team uniform today. Holy-not-modest. Let's just say, I definitely need to get into shape over this summer or my uniform will look quite disgusting on me. (I also found out today that for the Otoe County Fair parade that I have to march in sometime in August, I have to wear my dance team uniform while I march in the band. Sketchy. We'll see how this goes. Especially with the whole chair-step thing.)
I have been asked to smile so many times today. It drove me crazy. Honestly people, they are just teeth. Just because they are not covered in disgusting metal anymore, it doesn't mean that you have to make a big deal about it.
On a positive note, choir was amazing today! Our accompanist was here today (she only comes once a week), and we ran through all of our contest music. And much to my pleasure, it brought tears to my eyes. Good tears. Tears as in, we won't make complete fools of ourselves at contest!
The rest of my day kind of went down hill from there. Spanish class annoyed me. As it always does. I'm pretty sure I bombed my Savings and Investments test in Personal Finance, and I am not excited for this dumb stock-report that we have to do. In World Cultures we watched a video about the French Revolution. So. Many. De-headings. It was so disgusting. After watching Marie Antoinette get her head chopped off about 5 times, I almost vomited. The video said that the guillotine would cut-off up to 800 heads per day! That is insane! I was really upset after that class. In biology we recently got a new seating chart. Much to my dismay, I have to share a table with Britton. He laughed when she said our names; I almost cried. He kept bothering me, poking me, and touching me all through class. I wanted to punch the kid! Some people just don't understand boundaries!
Track was terrible as well. Because of the snow/rain/ice/sleet stuff, we had to stay inside for practice. Which meant that the throwers had to do a hard workout. First we did "Dynamic Warm ups", then we lifted weights, then we did a exhausting jump rope workout, then we had to pull each other across the gym in harnesses, and then we had to do a medicine ball work out. I wanted to cry. That was the hardest work out that we have done all season long. I am so sore.
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