Wow! First post! Ok... First things first... Hi! I'm Chrissy. I am just an average person finishing her Sophomore year in High school. I am a little odd, and sometimes I struggle socially, but I like to be kind and I try to live my life. I like unique music and art. Read if you would like, I try not to be narcissistic or cruel.
Today began like any other day. I forgot to set my alarm, woke up too late, then got to school just in time for the bell to ring. I forgot to eat breakfast, and my stomach reminded me of this by letting out an unpleasant sound every TWO MINUTES.
The first class I had was Choir. Today we rehearsed vigorously, and we also auditioned several individuals for solos in our upcoming spring show. The theme is "Classic Hollywood". I don't care for it, I think it's worn out, but HEY! I don't make the rules. So anyway, I tried out for one of the solos and sang few bars in Dolly Parton's "Nine to Five". I feel I did well melodically, but unfortunately I am not the greatest "Pop singer" in the world. I was also surprisingly scared, even though I shouldn't be. I've known my choir friends for at least two years now. Unfortunately, I was never trained to sing with a "Pop" kind of voice, I was trained to sing classically. I am always too timid to venture into the "pop sound" in fear that I will do a ghastly job. I let the next audition pass me up, a solo for a Carrie Underwood medley, which was probably a bad idea, but I let it go. (Never been much of an Underwood fan, really.)
Following Choir was English. Today was one of the most interesting days I've had in that class! We are in the midst of our Poetry Unit, so we have been delving into the dangerous waters self exploration. Today was "Love Day". My luck. What do I know of love? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Well... Nothing that can actually be considered love. Despite this, we read two poems just filled with affection and love. Emotions were oozing from every page, every sentence, every word. As graceful as it was, I have to say, it was borderline disgusting. Then we were asked to analyze the two pieces. They both contained very simple concepts, one was about how love can sometimes be too passionate and fiery, and one can be seriously hurt if reckless. The other was about this man who got into a Taxi, and he spoke of the physical pain he experiences when he is away from his 'significant other'. I don't like to admit it, but both were quite moving. More so, due to the fact that I couldn't relate at all to what they were talking about. Despite this, the word choice was so powerful, for a second there, I felt like I did.
The man in the first poem told his love interest that he never imagined himself ending up with someone like her. She was a total shock to him, and he seemed to want to "do things right this time". I could only hope to have the loves described in these poems. Ugh, let's move away from this subject
In 6th period, (the last class of the day), we watched the movie "Thirteen Days", about the two weeks of intense relations between the Soviet Union and the United States regarding the missile sites that were being constructed in Cuba. This gave the USSR a large advantage over the United States in a time of war, so generally, JFK and the US had to demand their removal.
I quite enjoyed the film, to be honest. The rest of my class, sadly, didn't share my enthusiasm... I have always loved documentaries as well as political thrillers the most. The kids in my class don't seem to want to understand politics or world news the way I do. But that's a story for another day.
I was so tired when I got home, I nearly crashed on the floor while watching some TV. The kids at school... They exhaust you. It takes all my energy to put up with it all...Thank god it's Friday, I just don't think I could have made it another day without rest. It's the end of the year and I'm restless.. Oh How out of the ordinary.
Well, sleep tight. I hope your dreams are less ordinary than mine.
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