Happy Saint Patty's Day!
We got our caps and gowns today~~~ they're the awfulest material... but they still mean something special so I won't complain. Well. Other than the caps... whoever came up with that idea should be hung. Only royalty and graduates can get away with wearing such ridiculous headgear.
Music: We negotiated as a class and came to a consensus of sorts with the teachers. Kind of. Time of your Life, which was the song that Mrs. Hefner had the propriety problem with, was what we were going to sing at baccalaureate. The Better Than Ezra song was for graduation. As of now, we will be singing Time of Your Life for *graduation* and I get to do a solo at baccalaureate.
Did I mention that I will never volunteer my time or information about my capabilities ever again in the future?
Laura's brother Eric and I are now, or rather, as of tomorrow, working on making up an arrangement for a medley of two songs. Fun~
Report cards today. I'm pleased with some, relieved at others.
I have less than a month of actual school days before I graduate. Unreal. Surreal, even.
We got our caps and gowns today~~~ they're the awfulest material... but they still mean something special so I won't complain. Well. Other than the caps... whoever came up with that idea should be hung. Only royalty and graduates can get away with wearing such ridiculous headgear.
Music: We negotiated as a class and came to a consensus of sorts with the teachers. Kind of. Time of your Life, which was the song that Mrs. Hefner had the propriety problem with, was what we were going to sing at baccalaureate. The Better Than Ezra song was for graduation. As of now, we will be singing Time of Your Life for *graduation* and I get to do a solo at baccalaureate.
Did I mention that I will never volunteer my time or information about my capabilities ever again in the future?
Laura's brother Eric and I are now, or rather, as of tomorrow, working on making up an arrangement for a medley of two songs. Fun~
Report cards today. I'm pleased with some, relieved at others.
I have less than a month of actual school days before I graduate. Unreal. Surreal, even.
