Wednesday

First: Mom told me to get rid of Tuesday's post, labelled "Tuesday", and her reasons made sense, so don't go looking for it.

Second: Wednesdays are pretty good days during the school day. It's usually after-school when things get bad. But since Adjudication is over, Mrs. Crockett said we didn't have to stay after anymore until after Spring Break. Thus, Wednesday, Super-Hero Day (I was Batman-a lovely Batman of the 4. I happen to think I was the best. One had only a cape and took it off sometime during first period. Another had a Batman shirt that was purple. Batman's not purple. The other was the only dude being Batman that I saw and made a Batman symbol out of duct tape which was pretty cool. He's a nice guy and accepted that the rivalry I postulated was false and all in good fun. I had a cape that I got from Six Flags, a Batman shirt that I borrowed from Andrew, Halloween socks that have bats on them, and the belt from a karate costume my mom made for my Pikachu several years ago. Amazing that Pikachu's waist is the same size as my head.), was wonderful. I gave my report on the phylum Arthopoda, insects, but I had to give it by myself because my partner, a drummer, was at band Adjudication. So I gave it by myself.

I think I did a pretty good job. I was really excited about it, so excited that I was asked by my classmates to slow down. I said, "Sorry, I'm just really excited and my pulse is racing." I know I got all 4's (a 100%) from one of my classmates.

Before the report, I was called to take my Geometry benchmark during Freshman Literature, which was good because I was having a lot of difficulty thinking. The benchmark was enough to break up the streak and restore me to my thinking self. Lovely. By the time I was done, it was time to go to second period. So I left, went up to the fourth floor and Mrs. Crockett's room, and opened the door.

"Yay! Katie's back!" Assorted clapping. I slowly placed my bag beside my usual desk and said, "It's like I just came home from war." A little laughter. Apparently Mrs. Crockett mark me as absent because she thought I went to band adjudication. Nope. "No, I went to take my benchmark." I said, laughing slightly, still happy and surprised about my warm reception. My friend Taylor had attempted to fill in for me teaching sight-singing, and she wasn't able to rally the class the way I do. This is not ego, she told me. Also I've watched her in action. She asked me for help. We didn't do any sight-singing that day.

Then Biology. I love biology. Science, with the exception of seventh grade, has been my favorite for several years. In seventh grade, the teacher was very difficult to comprehend. She talked too fast and scared me a bit. All I really remember learning was that plants live longer in green Gatorade. I know why, too. It's the green-ness. Biology was mostly just phylum reports. Porifera through Echinoderms in evolutionary order. The adjudication people are going to have to redo theirs Monday after next because they weren't there.

During History, we had an assembly. There's a college in St. Paul, Minnesota, that actually kind of teaches you to be the traditional model of a pop star. It's epic. It teaches the producing, writing, and promotion of music, plus there's an electric department for DJs and the like. They came to Central to recruit and ended up just being awesome. I bought a CD from a girl who plays a mini guitar thing, the piano, and can sing at the same time. I asked her how she did it. She said lots of practice.

So now I can do it, too! Yes! And that's it for this entry.