The Week in Review

I started out this week happy that I wasn't going to school on Monday. Of course, Monday was one of the longest days of my life, and seemed more like a weekend than an actual weekday, so when I really started school on Tuesday, I felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and sleep there for a few months. Some weeks seem like eternity, and others breeze by without a hitch. If I were to graph this one, though, it would be a bell curve: I started out with a wonderful attitude,  went on to sport a melancholy, exhausted feeling, and then ended again, today, actually wanting to go to school again. How's that for a roller coaster?

I learned so much on Monday, though. Orch dorks are the best people in the world, no doubt, and a day with about fifty of them is the next best thing. Who would have thought that there were so many of them in Oregon? It was absolute heaven to look around and see a girl with a bass clef, a treble clef, and a viola clef on the back of her sweatshirt, to meet a bass clarinetist obsessed with the Phantom of the Opera, and to talk to cellists with perfect pitch, who can tell any song by the first three measures. I also realized that, while playing, I wasn't even thinking about the music anymore. It was just natural, ingrained into my brain. The violin was an extension of my arm, much like how a pointe shoes just becomes a normal shoe after a while.

To tell you the truth, I don't even remember what happened exactly on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. We had a band competition on Wednesday, I read a few books, the sun came out, random people starting talking about my writing, I went to dance...after a while, my life kind of blends together, into one big day, even though I'm exhausted at the end of each one. During band the other day, I caught a glimpse of the score for Leopold Mozart's Toy Symphony peeking out from underneath the tottering pile of scores on the conductor's stand. When I thought about it, I vaguely remembered it, but couldn't for the life of me think of whether we played it last year or this one. According to my friend, we played it this year, but intermediate band is all one big year to me. Seventh grade seems like another life, but I can't distinguish between the two.

It's weird, though. When I look at it one way, I feel like this year has gone by really fast, and I can't possibly be going to high school in a few months. But when I think of a particular event that happened this year, I can't believe how long ago it was. It's been wonderful, but I wish it would go on forever. When I hear seniors start talking about how hard these last few weeks are, I can only think about myself (of course), and how soon I'll be in their place. It isn't that soon, I know, but I do remember when they were my age, and the biggest kids I knew. When my teacher says that we're going to be "outta here soon", and how we need to get our graduating pictures taken, it's kind of terrifying. High school seems nice...but I don't want to go.


Happiness has struck yet again today, though. The sun rose into the sky and actually stayed there, I finished all of my assignments, aced two tests, and got to march in band again. Tomorrow will be the parade, during the hottest day of the year, no less (80 degrees Fahrenheit!), and that will be another wonderful thing done. And then it's dance again on Sunday...

It's just a little segment, but each week feels like a life.