Friday, March 8, 2013

My 17th Birthday

It was not nearly as good of a birthday as last year.

I did wear the cape to school, but it was only a half day, and it didn't produce nearly the same effect it did last year, Halloween even.  Though at least the two tests that were supposed to be taken yesterday were moved to Monday.

Rehearsal afterwards was rough.  This show is hardly making any progress whatsoever.  Both Mr. V and MG are making the same corrections over and over, and nobody seems to remember anything from the music rehearsals at all.  Nobody was happy, and 5 hours of rehearsal was the last place I wanted to be on my birthday.

Also, MG heard back from the PCLO during the rehearsal.  He's in their shows.  I should be hearing soon, if at all, but I haven't heard anything yet.

Then something happened.  I asked a girl to prom.  I won't say who, because I don't want to embarrass her online.  Though if you want details ask me in person.  But it didn't leave me in a great mood the rest of the day.

After rehearsal, I barely had enough time to eat and go to dance.  No free time.  It's a Thursday.

At dance, they forgot to give me a birthday circle.

Now for the good stuff.

A lot of people remembered it was my birthday.  I was getting texts like crazy, and the people who didn't know figured it out the moment they saw my cape.

At acting, even though I wanted to go home after dance, we did fencing.  That was fun, though my partner couldn't stay focused.

And then was when I came home.  The people in my family are the best people on the face of the earth.    When I arrived at 10:00, they had mini cake pops set up, a candle in one, a glass of milk, and a few small presents waiting for me to open.  They all sang to me happy birthday (except V, who had gone to bed), and then I sat down and opened the presents.  I got an iPod Touch.  I have never asked for an iPod Touch.  But my family got me one anyway.  The other two presents were a screen and a case for it, and at least my day ended on a happy note.

-NM

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