Flute choir sadness

In December, my flute choir, the Silver Village Flute Choir, had eight members.  As of today, one of them has moved to TX and two of them have taken a leave of absence.    This means I'm down to five members for the Spring season.  Realistically, this is not enough to consider doing any performances.  I really need a minimum of six because most flute choir music has at least six parts. So tonight, not only did I cancel the first rehearsal of the season (we would only have been four people due to... read more

My life is going to hell in a hand basket. Last semester, I may not have been happy, but at least my life mostly worked.  I even managed to get all A’s for the first time in ages while in AP Lit, Pre-Calc, Pit Orchestra, preparing for CMEA and college auditions, and Gov. Now:  I have a C in AP Chemistry.  I got a test back today that I got a 50% on.  I have a B in Flute Choir ‘cause I missed a day (hopefully made up by the concert tomorrow).   Today I thought I’d left all my stuff for art...

Hahahahaaaaaa. Take that, fiddly bits! I think I'm actually getting better at this. Although that doesn't help me much this week, what with tomorrow getting eaten by french class/flute choir concert/super top secret birthday present for Corey. I am grossly underprepared for the final exam in said french class, but I may volunteer to go first tomorrow anyway, if only to get a bit of extra time at home. Well, I should at least be able to get everything foiled by the end of the weekend. Up, up and...

I spent all the days since last Tuesday except Firday night and last night in Anchorage.  I made the birthday cake for Rheannon and Niles did the rest (he did a GREAT job, I should have him do it more often).  I usually do it all, but it was very cool that he stepped up this year.  The party was Saturday afternoon and as usual all our friend were late getting there by an hour or two.  I told him we should tell them all an hour or two early so they'd actually be on time, but oh well.  LOL The reason...

You know, sometimes I wonder why I even bother. Why I try from day to day just to make that day better than the last. Why, even though I go to bed going "Wow, that day was really in the shitter..." I still have hope to get up the next day and try to make it better. I dunno. Seems kinda futile to me. As you're probably gathering, today was not my day. It all started out with my alarm not going off. I woke up at 6:55, and am supposed to leave at 7. I got to school late. I got to a freezing, 55 degree...

stil going.. still alive for now. 16 hours till sleep. I CAN DO IT. i think? god please let it be.... argh i'm almost sorta done with this paper. another hour should do it, then finishing bibliographies for the 2, then send them, then shower, then go to the middle school(stay alive while driving), then dictation final, then piano failing test, then lesson, then sex and gender roles potluck, then cocopuff and deal with these papers, then play jury pieces in flute choir, then....SLEEEEEP! oh my god...