Happy April Fool's Day!

Happy first of April, everyone who might by a slight chance in the minority of chances read this blog! I celebrated by thinking about prank calling my dad, whose job is to respond to stranded marine mammals on the beach, and telling him I found a unicorn, but then realizing that he's actually out of town. My friend, however, very acutely staged a sprained ankle, and went around on crutches all day. Her story was that she was on Space Mountain in Disneyland and was jolted when the ride suddenly stopped. After being forced to ride the school elevator all day, letting people carry her books, and having the principal offer to sue Disneyland, she definitely got away with a good joke (when I told my friends later at dance, they got so mad, because they had been so nice to her all day. I guess that goes to show that people are inclined to be extra nice when another person is disabled. Interesting.)

There used to be the days when everyone played those really dumb pranks on April Fool's Day. You know, "oh, no, your shoes are untied-April fool's!" or "there's a big tarantula on your forehead!" This year I actually forgot that it was even April Fool's Day, and only remembered when my eccentric classmate came up to me before first period and informed me that she was going to pretend that she had forgotten all of her Spanish over spring break in Spanish class. The list went on; my science teacher told us that we had a pop quiz on an activity we had just finished and everyone had a small heart attack, a girl in the bathroom kept on telling me to go look in a stall (which I refused to do), and a girl in Geometry at the high school (which I heard about from my math geeky friends) told everyone that it was her birthday, and when they didn't believe her since it was April Fool's Day, she got really upset and finally they sang to her. I didn't actually do anything myself, except consider calling my neighbor friend and ask her why she wasn't at orchestra rehearsal. I guess that as you get older, the jokes get better, but they aren't as hysterical anymore.

On an entirely different note, I've been having a Tchaikovsky marathon tonight, which hasn't gotten me that far in the repertoire (I started during dinner), but is still really nice. Cappricio Italien is amazing.