Post Numbah 169!

Started: 10:56 PM Saturday, November 26, 2011.

SATM: There’s a strange feeling in my stomach. I dunno why. Other than that, I’m pretty good.

COFTW: Professor Layton and the Unwound Future, and playing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas on the piano, and thinking up Christmas presents for my friends and family.

SPN: 172.

Hey there

Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty darn good. My mom’s still annoyed with my dad because he always makes silly comments. But whatever, the point is, it seems like they still have a while to go before it’s down to “We’re getting a divorce.” Actually, I’m not really sure if it’s still a possibility. Ah well, who knows what the future holds?

Anyways, again, not the focus of the post. Once again, it seems that I’m always playing catch-up with this site.

Let’s see what’s changed.

I’ve been feeling a lot more social lately. Not in the sense that I can go up to people and just make small talk, but in the sense that I feel more comfortable just being around more people. I’m so used to being in a small compact group of friends, but that’s gradually changed as  I start meeting friends of friends who introduce me to more friends of friends. I just feel that I’ve really expanded in who I talk to on a daily basis. For example, hmm, I shall call him Goldfish. I think I’ve mentioned him as GJ. I never really spoke to him until that Disneyland trip that I went on in eighth grade. We made some good memories, the four of us, me, Goldfish, Pie, and Slash (I seem to have lost track of my nick names, but I shall call her the Blaxican from now on or Afromaster… Afromaster=Blaxican=Slash). Anyways, I’ve just realized that I now talk to Goldfish even though we’ve never had the same classes or knew each other prior to the trip last school year. He’s probably one of my closest guy friends currently. I feel kind of sad that I don’t have a guy friend that I can tell everything to, all my personal problems and stuff, but it’s nice to know that I actually have a guy friend that I converse with every morning and at lunch. Actually, he’s the only guy in our lunch group of about 12 people. He’s told us multiple times that he only hangs out with us because all his guy friends have 2nd lunch, but whatever.

Onto the next subject.

Christmas Concert. December 15. VVHS. Concert Band.

Yep, band is having the ol’ Christmas concert. Aaaaand, I’ll be doing a freaking piano solo. It’s tough. It’s my first time performing. Like EVER. As a pianist. As a soloist. Oh boy.

I’m really, really nervous about it. You know how I said I’ve been playing Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas as an obsession. Yeah, it’s more like I’ve been practicing it because I need it memorized before December 15. And I have to play it confidently with my back straight avoiding looking at the audience I’ll be in front of. It’s pretty nerve-wracking considering my little experience with performing and the fact that I have major stage fright. I’ve always avoided just playing piano for party guests at my house. Or anything really. My parents once had to force me to play because I kept running away. I’ll admit the last time that happened was when I was like 8, but that’s because I got very persistent about not playing for anyone. Of course I’ll show off a little in front of my friends, but they’re my friends. At the concert I’ll know the band members, but that’s it. Even in front of them I get nervous, especially when Mr. G calls me out in class. *sigh* I don’t know how I’ll handle it, but I hope I do okay.

Well. Yeah.

I’ma switch the topic now.

How’s about English, eh? English is… frustrating. We have portfolio essays at my school, I don’t know how many schools have this, but mine does (FML). And yeah. They suck. Minimum eight paragraphs, about 4 pages minimum. We had to make a rough draft in one night. As a freshmen, it’s a bit overwhelming writing that much along with the rest of the homework all these damn teachers assign. It was rough. I actually woke up at like 4 and wrote 5 pages of stuff and I didn’t even get to 6 paragraphs. I wrote a new page once I got to school. Luckily, due to its surprising length, I got a stamp from Mrs. N. Boy, was I relieved. The next draft was 9 pages with all 8 paragraphs. Mrs. N then wrote notes over the English section (which was first and the longest). And yeah. My third rough draft was 14 pages (13 pages and a sentence at the back). In class, she said she was just going to skim over it since she was fairly confident that I had fixed my mistakes. She sat down and started reading. I began to notice that she was actually reading fairly deeply and I was surprised. I mean, she just said she was going to scan it. The English portion ended up taking up 7 pages, and she said she was interested in my writing and that it was well-detailed. I had been silent hyperventilating each time her pen touched the paper. But in the end, I just needed to fix some things and add more about certain topics. She admitted that it was rather lengthy and that I need to cut out two paragraphs, but it was “excellent.” I can’t even describe the ecstasy I was in. Just to hear that my efforts into making that draft were successful.

She actually ended up embarrassing me about 3 times in class right after that saying, “I just read Maydelle’s essay. It is 14 pages long.” I heard everyone turn in their seats to look at me. Some with dirty looks, some with awe and admiration, and some with overall indifference. “Can you imagine what a teacher will grade you if you have 3 pages and that teacher had just read Maydelle’s essay? Yeah, they’re gonna grade you badly. I’m hoping none of your essays are under 4 pages.” After that she mentioned the importance of having every piece in our portfolios. This is an exact quote, “Even if you have a Maydelle 13-page essay, excellent detail, great imagery, and you’re missing one piece, it’s an automatic zero.” Everyone laughed as I sunk in my chair slightly. Especially Pie. Mrs. N said “Maydelle 13-page essay” about 2 more times. At book club, this past Saturday, Bunneh Buddeh told me that she even mentioned me in her 5th period class. Mrs. N has two freshmen classes, 2nd period and 5th. According to Bunneh Buddeh this is what she said, “I’m not going to say the name, but I have a student in my 2nd period class who has a 13 page essay with excellent detail” etc, etc. And Bunneh Buddeh (at book club) said, “And of course I knew she was talking about you since you told me that you wrote like 13 pages for your essay.)

I’m really glad that she’s like, I guess, proud of having a student who wrote that much, but it’s really embarrassing that she talks about me like that in front of the class, you know? I was just gonna be like, Oh yeah! Personal Victory! in my head, but noooo, she just had to say it in class. Two classes. Yeah.

I’m done for tonight. I’ll try to post more often, well, if I have more “interesting” stories.

_Maydelle_

SATM: Alright.

Ended: 11:33 PM Saturday, November 26, 2011.

Oh yeah, it’s my big bro’s birthday! Heh.

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