Well, unfortunately, several of the shiny things that I blogged ebulliently about last week are pretty well dead.
The AP Japanese test? Sorry, no. The dude at Churchill called and told me that they couldn't give the Japanese test after all, and no other school in the state that is giving the test can admit an extra student. So, barring a miracle and a school in Washington somewhere having someone drop out from taking the test, my 12 years of Japanese will all be for naught. Well, not naught, but not college credit.
The Vivaldi? Guess when the concert is. That's right. The night of dress rehearsal for the recital. Before then, I need to invent a time machine so I can be in two places at once. All I have to do is find a way to travel at right angles to reality, and I should be set.
Unfortunately, I have 5/3 of a chapter of history and a 1000+ word essay due Monday, so the time machine will have to wait until next weekend.
Just kidding. Next weekend is some Rotary district meeting thing, including a talent show. For reasons I cannot fathom, "weekend" in this sense includes both Thursday and Friday.
And it's only gonna get busier. I have to get a job this summer.
I'm $10,000 a year short of Whitworth.
For these and other reasons, I burst into tears the other night in ballet and then came home and literally cried myself to sleep.
The good news:
Jeff Harris gave me a CD by E.S. Posthumous, which is awesome.
I somehow found someone to go to prom with me.
I watched Stranger than Fiction last night. Excellent film. I'll post my family's discussion of it some other time.
Mom made bread pudding for breakfast this morning. Nothing like carbs, sugar and fat all in one convenient, delicious food.
