It's the end of May, and that means that a lot of weird things are supposed to happen. Last year, all of my year-older friends started going crazy, and I learned a lot of interesting things about my classmate's mom and the paranormal experiences she's had in her life. Now, things seem mostly normal, but there are still those little things, those small details that stand out and make you realize that something out of the ordinary is going on.
There's this kid in my grade who has always seemed really obnoxious and not very bright to me, but in reality, he's very logical and quite brilliant when it comes to science. In fifth grade, he used to come to TAG pullouts with us, and when he stopped coming for some reason, our teacher decided it was because all of the girls were intimidating or something. I still can't stand him, but my friend knows him (and all of the other people in the school I don't know) really well, and thinks that he's a good but insecure person inside. When my teacher's dad died, I realized that this is possibly true. It came as a great shock to me to find out that it was him who organized the condolence poster with signatures from every kid in the school, that it was him who went around making sure that everyone had written something on it. Just a few days ago, he showed up in TAG again and started saying really thought-out things about political issues, and apparently was the authors of one of the papers from his US History class that my teacher liked so much. They say to never judge a book by its cover, but I never guessed that it would apply to this kid.
Today was the last day of school for seniors in the county, and for the first time ever I started thinking about what it would really be like to be a senior. Sure, I'm graduating from middle school, but who cares about something like that when there's a whole new world just a few months away? I know several seniors this year, and it feels like they were just my age a little while ago, which is quite scary to think about, but at the same time I feel like they've been in high school forever. My freshman friends brought their new yearbooks to dance today, and looking at the pictures and quotes was both sad and nice at the same time. When I talked to a senior girl at dance, she seemed kind of shocked about the whole graduating thing, but really relieved, too. It seems so far away to me, and all of a sudden I feel very young again.
I also performed the miracle of jumping eight seats in the flute section today to play first part in Images by Robert Sheldon. To make a long story short, I've been playing the concert band for concerts all year, but for graduation, about fifteen members of our band will be merging with them, and we're practicing the music during our regular period, without the high schoolers. Since I've played that particular song before and know all the solos (which are pretty simple), our teacher let me play the solos, and since I was the only one in the section who actually knew it, it was like I was playing by myself. Just the fact that a few months ago I was at the back of the section, between two freshman, playing second part, and this afternoon I got to play the solos that I listened to for so long. Not to be arrogant, but gosh do I feel advanced (even though I'm really not). The flute player we have now (who's one heck of a good flute player) is graduating, so we'll be playing that piece without her, and a few others, and next year the head of the section will most likely be a sophomore-or me. I don't even see how that works. What happened to moving up the totem pole?
Last but not least, I can't figure out how everything is ending (hee hee, Chameleon Circuit moment) so fast. I feel like we just started the show, and now it's our last weekend. To be fair, we only have two, but the schedule seems so short and the end all too sudden. When we had a fire drill that turned out to be a real electrical fire the other day, my friend and I were talking about what would happen if we got locked in famed art supply closet under the stairs when the alarm went off, which we used to do to each other in sixth grade (when there wasn't a fire, of course), and suddenly realized that we only have a little bit of time left to get locked in that dumb closet. When our math teacher explained to us why we couldn't have the math final exam today, since it hadn't been finished in time, she pulled out her date book and showed us how much time in the classroom we actually have left, and how it's so stressful to actually take the exam. In some perspectives, it feels like the year just started. But in others, it was a lifetime away.
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