Group Dynamics...?
Oof. I talk too loud, no way around it. My birthday is coming up in three weeks or so, so I've been planning the party- a murder mystery party, actually. And I was talking to my best friend about it- about what character she was going to be, and all sorts of stuff.
Meanwhile, I'd been quite uncomfortable with another 'friend' of mine lately, for various reasons, so I'd decided not to invite her. Then the other day in P.E., I totally blew up at her, so yesterday I had to apologize, and she decided we were best friends. Which we aren't. Have never been. Will never be.
This wouldn't have been
too horrible if not for the fact that she had overheard me talking to the first friend about my party. And, moments after she decided she was my best friend, she decided she was invited to my party. And since it's a murder mystery party, there's a limit to how many people I can invite, and I'd already fulfilled this limit.
So now I have to uninvite someone I actually wanted to come, and invite this girl who I did not want to come.
Brilliant. Just brilliant.
On Private Moments
I have got to be the most boring person in the world. I had an assignment for Advanced Acting due today- I had to come up with a private moment and recreate it in the classroom. A private moment is basically a ritual that's part of your daily routine, and you're completely alone during this moment. For example, getting ready for school.
I have no interesting routines. I do not play upbeat, danceable music while I get ready for school. I do not have a collection of posters of a certain extremely hot actor that I kiss every morning. Nor is my waking up process remotely absorbing. I wake up. I get up. That is that.
So my private moment was reading. I read every night before I go to sleep. And so I laid down on the floor and read a few pages of Crime and Punishment.
And that was that. I am supremely boring.
Lucky Number Seven
I like the number seven. I think it's my lucky number. Formerly, my favorite (and thus 'lucky') number was thirteen.
And then ninth grade started. I'm one of seven freshman acting majors. Then on Thursday (or was it Friday?) it turned out I was one of seven who'd aced the vocabulary test in English. Of course, it was multiple choice, and she did give us the answer to number nineteen, but whatever.
It's certainly better than how I did on my Global Issues test- I got 86%. Oof. This a week after I was accused of knowing everything by the person sitting behind me in said class (who ended up getting a hundred percent.) Quite demoralizing, actually.
Although it is nice that I'll no longer be told I know everything, which I don't. I just happen to know the difference between latitude and longitude.
Not all that impressive.
Call That Complicated...
Tonight's back to school night, which I wouldn't care about at all if not for the fact that I got out of school early today- two hours early, actually. That's great... but I still have theatre company at 2:45, and then Advanced Acting from 3-3:40, and
then volleyball at 5:30. I probably won't be back until seven, meaning I really ought to be doing my homework right now (my parents are oddly paranoid and hate it when I'm doing my homework after about four o'clock). Personally, I'd rather not do it. (Then there's the fact that I don't have much anyhow.)
The funny thing is, my parents don't want to go to Back to School Night. It has something to do with how I've messed up the carpool I had with my friends now that I've got theatre classes every day afterschool and how they've had to (gasp) pick me up from school- they can't stand for me to walk anywhere. Rather depressing, actually.
Well, I have a vocabulary test to study for (although if I can tell you that denouement is French for unknotting and is used in reference to the wrapping up and resolving of a story after the climax, I don't think I really need to study any more.)
College Credit, First Year of High School?
So at my high school, we have a really great visual and performing arts program. Last week were the auditions for theatre company (theatre performance, specifically,) so I thought hey, why not audition? To audition, we had to memorize two one-minute monologues, one dramatic, one comedic. Easy enough. Monday afternoon came around, I had my monologues, I auditioned- and then the next day I found out I got in, one of seven freshman theatre performance majors. For the record, there were almost six hundred students in my eighth grade graduating class.
Now, every day until five I have theater classes. Mondays and Wednesdays I have a class specifically for everyone new to the program, Fridays I have a class with this professional theater company, and then Tuesdays and Thursdays I'm in Advanced Acting. It's a course offered by a college nearby; a woman came from the college to give us the class. It's kind of funny, actually, because otherwise my first chance for college credit would be sophomore year, in Euro AP.
Yesterday was the first class in this course, and I have to say it was a lot of fun. She told us, basically, that as actors we are storytellers, and then she gave us five minutes to pick a true story to tell- it could only be a minute and a half long. My story was about something that had been bugging me lately- this girl in my carpool had decided she needed to get to school early to talk to her friends... So we started leaving at 7:15, and arriving at 7:25. School starts at 7:45.
Needless to say, I'm quite tired lately.
