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Post by dumb major on Aug 28, 2007 21:53:44 GMT -5
1. School starts tomorrow. And, last year was probably my worst year of school ever. I was a freshman and now I hate high school. And now I have to go into another friggin year of it and with my luck it's probably going to suck too. I have lunch with only 2 people I know and they're a couple so I don't know how awkward it would be to sit with them or if they even WANT me to sit with them. And I haven't found a friend yet that's in one of my classes except for band. I DON'T want to go back to school. I needed summer and the summer wasn't long enough. Though I'm with you on the needing summer thing, already dreading school will probably make it seem even worse. That's what happened with me last year. And hey, enjoy your time as an underclassman-- no college apps, SATs, etc. Good luck!
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Post by trumpetspride on Aug 29, 2007 17:35:46 GMT -5
1. School starts tomorrow. And, last year was probably my worst year of school ever. I was a freshman and now I hate high school. And now I have to go into another friggin year of it and with my luck it's probably going to suck too. I have lunch with only 2 people I know and they're a couple so I don't know how awkward it would be to sit with them or if they even WANT me to sit with them. And I haven't found a friend yet that's in one of my classes except for band. I DON'T want to go back to school. I needed summer and the summer wasn't long enough. Though I'm with you on the needing summer thing, already dreading school will probably make it seem even worse. That's what happened with me last year. And hey, enjoy your time as an underclassman-- no college apps, SATs, etc. Good luck! Yeah, you're 100% right. Today sucked and I think it only sucked because I made it suck. So...I'm hoping to try to make tomorrow better. If I can't it'll be the longest year of school ever.
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Post by Flutist Kes on Aug 29, 2007 20:31:01 GMT -5
GAH!
Pep band is going to be very stressful this year. So far, we may only go to one game.
That's right, folks. A total of ONE GAME.
One of our rival schools won't give us permission for a pep band. The other two away games we probably can't go to are during October, the Haunted Forest month. For the record, Haunted Forest is a fundraiser run by the band. Meaning, the band boosters will be very mad if I take away kids to go to a football game instead of working at the Haunted Forest, where they will get "discounts on the trip."
Um, you're giving $5 off our trip per weekend. Two nights. Friday and Saturday. About five hours per night, so ten total. Huh, $5. Yeah, that's really worth it.
On a side note, I am one of many students who never got their Michigan Merit Exam scores. We took the test back in March. Why is this so hard?
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Post by oboehorn77 on Sept 1, 2007 13:54:30 GMT -5
Ugh. Last night was the second... let's say third actually, most surreal thing of my life. I did guard freshman year, but my flag had a war with my oboe and... well it should be obvious which one won. So I haven't been in mb since. So I went to a football game yesterday. I showed up a bit after eight o'clock, making sure I wouldn't miss halftime, or giving myself a thirty minute wait. It was strange walking by the band and paying and everything. I didn't bring a friend with me. All my friends are either in marching band or wouldn't want to be at a football game (or both XD ). I went in and in the bleachers was a freaking mob of students. It's SCARY! I don't care about football at all. The crowd was like a thing and I was not a part of it. I was repelled backwards, out of and behind the bleachers where random groups of students congregated in little clusters. I weaved through them over and over, looking for someone who would want to talk to me and checking the clock over and over... how long till halftime, how long till halftime, how long till halftime? At about forty seconds till (you know how football time works ) I forced my way all the way to the top of the bleachers. I found someplace where I could see the whole feild. It was 17 seconds left for five freaking minutes. No one SHUTS UP at halftime! It's like, why would I actually want to HEAR the band? It was so strange though, being there, watching, not even being able to really hear them. Once I was part of that. Now I may as well not exist. During the ballad, some football people got on the feild and started throwing a football around. A good portion of the crowd started screaming and cheering. You couldn't even tell the band was playing. It was really frustrating and at the same time extremely surreal. I felt like I was invisable.
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Post by NinjaBaker on Sept 2, 2007 22:30:02 GMT -5
I am lactose intolerant. Which sucks, cause I really like milk and eating ice cream.
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Post by musicscifigirl on Sept 2, 2007 22:59:06 GMT -5
I hate that our campus pretty much completely shuts down during Labor Day weekend. I understand that Labor Day is a day off, but not the whole freeking weekend! The only things open on campus are the library and the cafeteria! GRR! I wanted to go work out in the Center for Physical Activity but it was CLOSED! Grr! I'm a little annoyed.
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Post by dumb major on Sept 3, 2007 9:42:21 GMT -5
But right now part of me wants to go to her and tell her I'm sorry and give her a hug and all that, but another part feels like she's not taking into account that I am a 100% mommy / daddy's girl goody-two shoes that hasn't been grounded / in big trouble since around sixth grade. She doesn't seem to realize that while other kids are smoking and cutting school and doing drugs, my biggest offence is NOT ASKING HER FOR AN INTERNET ACCOUNT. And I kind of want to go up to her and tell I would prefer it if she just lived at work and didn't bother me anymore. Seriously, that's how pissed I am. And now I'm thinking that this is not all Facebook, but whatever. I am really... gaaaah... I think this is mainly because I feel like she doesn't appreciate how goody-two-shoes I am. I told her that, and she said that it was because of how she and my dad raised me. True, obviously, but can I get some credit here? It's like she doesn't take into account peer pressure or high school at all... nope, no credit for me. >< OK. Sorry. Rant over... I know EXACTLY how you feel. I'm a senior, and I don't drink/smoke/do anything remotely dangerous. Yet my parents are always SO suspicious of me and get all mad if I do something past 10:30 on a weekend. I get yelled when I don't clean my bathroom in the time she wants. They seriously need to appreciate how easy they have because I'm not a bad kid. It's sooo frustrating, and even when I try to talk to them about it they just don't understand. One time I was just like, "do you realize that it is NOT normal for a teenager to come home at 10:30 everyday during the summer?" and my mom was like (all sarcastically), "Oh sureee. What would they even do?" I was blown away by how oblivious she is...ever heard of UNDERAGE DRINKING?! I'm not planning on becoming a big party-er, but I seriously CANNOT WAIT for college. That way I won't be interrogated if I feel like I need some Starbucks at 11:30 at night.
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Post by SaxGirl on Sept 3, 2007 13:18:44 GMT -5
........................ OK, so my mom just got a new job that has her super busy all the time. Shortly before this, I got a Facebook (these things will relate to each other, just need to set up backstory). I didn't ask her if I could have it. FYI, my mom is very strict, especially about Internet security / stalker stuff. This obviously had an effect on me, so I put the highest security settings on my profile, only friended people I knew in real life, etc. So then she found out I had an FB. I didn't even think to ask her for one-- I just got one. I didn't try to hide if from her or anything, I didn't even think of what she would think of it. Stupid on my part, I know-- I would have asked her, but it just never occured to me. So then she found out, and decided to ban me from it for the entire school year, because it was a 'punishment that would fit the crime.' Thankfully, my dad convinced her to make it just a semester, but I'm still really frustrated-- it's my only way to communicate with my old BD, who I really miss, and a lot of my friends who I don't see as much because I'm so busy with school. So I tried to explain all this to her, in a mature way without whining, etc. She doesn't care. She tried to give me an example of a similar situation of a guy at work, which made me blow my maturity thing by telling her I don't care about her work or her job, and then beginning to cry. So basically I just left and came to my room and started typing... yeah... I don't even know what I'm feeling. I think I'm bitter about her whole job taking her away, and definitely bitter about FB, but I don't know... sometimes I'm glad that she's not here, because... idk... I really love my mom, and she's great, but sometimes she's just too strict. And I'm a teenage girl, darn it! It's biologically natural that I detest my parents! Although really, I don't. But right now part of me wants to go to her and tell her I'm sorry and give her a hug and all that, but another part feels like she's not taking into account that I am a 100% mommy / daddy's girl goody-two shoes that hasn't been grounded / in big trouble since around sixth grade. She doesn't seem to realize that while other kids are smoking and cutting school and doing drugs, my biggest offence is NOT ASKING HER FOR AN INTERNET ACCOUNT. And I kind of want to go up to her and tell I would prefer it if she just lived at work and didn't bother me anymore. Seriously, that's how pissed I am. And now I'm thinking that this is not all Facebook, but whatever. I am really... gaaaah... I think this is mainly because I feel like she doesn't appreciate how goody-two-shoes I am. I told her that, and she said that it was because of how she and my dad raised me. True, obviously, but can I get some credit here? It's like she doesn't take into account peer pressure or high school at all... nope, no credit for me. >< OK. Sorry. Rant over... I've never seen a situation that was so similar to mine in my life... I could probably rant with you all day over this because the same thing happens to me. In 2004, I was stupid enough to join a forum without telling my parents, and I contacted a person from the forum that I didn't know in real life over AIM. Long story short, my mom found out, and I didn't have any Internet privleges for a long long time. My mom and dad are fine with TFBC because of the fact that they assume most marching band members aren't exactly the devious type, but still, if I want to talk to anyone from here on AIM, I must ask permission first. Heck, I have to ask about sending e-mails, about avatars, about everything. I was still surprised when my parents let me get a deviantART, but since I'm trying to use it for art enhancing purposes, not to talk to strangers, I think they let me get one. Still, I know how you feel frenchhorngirl, and it's frustrating when all your friends are posting pictures of themself all over the Internet with no consequences, but your parents think that if you have a website that only your friends can access, it's as bad as shooting up with heroin every night. frenchhorngirl, I've nearly slipped. And of course some of my friends are like, "Your parents don't know how to use a computer as well as you do - just get a hidden MySpace or a hidden e-mail account." It's not worth it. My friends keep telling me to get a Facebook, but I'm not allowed. I have the same conversations with my mom, mainly. My dad is a little bit more lax, but I always try to explain to my mom that if anyone on the Internet approached me to do something bad, I would just turn it down. I am not, and I'm sure you are not, stupid enough to let someone have an explicit chat or leave awkward messages on a Facebook or something like the dumb 13 year olds on Dateline: How to Catch a Predator. I am not entirely anonymous, but I feel that way sometimes too... almost all of my friends have MySpaces (and I don't want one - I hate them), but the point is: I always try to explain to my parents in a mature way as well that none of my friends have ever gotten attacked or raped or something ridiculous by having a MySpace. I suppose all we can do is wait until we turn 18 and use excellent judgment in the meantime...? I'm such a goody two shoes as well, and sometimes I can't fathom how my parents could think I would actually do things that would get me into major trouble over the Internet. *sigh* Here's a hug, frenchhorngirl. Amen to you for trying to put up with all that stuff. It's so frustrating, and I know it's for our own good, but jeez...
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Post by stickshifty on Sept 5, 2007 21:49:00 GMT -5
To add to everything I said in the "I Need a Hug Room" yesterday... (but in rant form)...
So I went to bed at 9:30 because I've come to the conclusion that I do a lot better at waking up early to finish writing paper instead of staying up all night. So I wake up a 3:30 to finish writing a Spanish essay. Around 4:45 I'm typing the conclusion paragraph when my computer crashes.
It was not a pretty moment.
I think at that moment all I really wanted to do was go back to bed and pretend that school doesn't exist (or that my Spanish paper isn't due today). Luckily, my dad had his laptop so I was able to retype it, but it's so frustrating becuase I couldn't remember everything and I know it wasn't nearly as good the second time around.
I hate technology.
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Post by Flutist Kes on Sept 6, 2007 16:51:48 GMT -5
People are stupid and can't take instructions. And they have bad hand writing.
OK, to start with, I'm the new coordinator of Pep Band. Meaning I get to deal with people who can't read the board.
There is this Freshie sousa player. I'll call him Max.
Max, apparently, had a huge freak out during fourth hour on how he was going to get his sousaphone to my house before the game.
Despite the fact that I had explained two weeks prior that we were loading all big instruments on someone's truck.
And despite the fact that I told them that if they have any questions, they need to talk to me or Duel, or even call me.
And despite the fact that Duel is IN his fourth hour. He still freaked out, and apparently, NEEDS TO TALK TO ME (according to my BD).
OK, fine, I have his number, and I start calling it... Guess what? "We are sorry. This number is no longer in use."
So this means that either A) he wrote the wrong number, B) he didn't take the number thing seriously, C) his number was changed and he didn't tell me, or D) his hand writing sucks.
By the way, his hand writing really was bad. And I tried alternate phone numbers. Of course, I only got wrong numbers.
To top that off, he's not in the phone book. I tried those numbers, too.
It would be SO MUCH EASIER if they listened. And read the board. And freaking realized that MY NUMBER IS ON THE SIGN UP SHEET! WHICH I POINTED OUT!
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Post by NinjaBaker on Sept 7, 2007 19:14:11 GMT -5
........................ OK, so my mom just got a new job that has her super busy all the time. Shortly before this, I got a Facebook (these things will relate to each other, just need to set up backstory). I didn't ask her if I could have it. FYI, my mom is very strict, especially about Internet security / stalker stuff. This obviously had an effect on me, so I put the highest security settings on my profile, only friended people I knew in real life, etc. So then she found out I had an FB. I didn't even think to ask her for one-- I just got one. I didn't try to hide if from her or anything, I didn't even think of what she would think of it. Stupid on my part, I know-- I would have asked her, but it just never occured to me. So then she found out, and decided to ban me from it for the entire school year, because it was a 'punishment that would fit the crime.' Thankfully, my dad convinced her to make it just a semester, but I'm still really frustrated-- it's my only way to communicate with my old BD, who I really miss, and a lot of my friends who I don't see as much because I'm so busy with school. So I tried to explain all this to her, in a mature way without whining, etc. She doesn't care. She tried to give me an example of a similar situation of a guy at work, which made me blow my maturity thing by telling her I don't care about her work or her job, and then beginning to cry. So basically I just left and came to my room and started typing... yeah... I don't even know what I'm feeling. I think I'm bitter about her whole job taking her away, and definitely bitter about FB, but I don't know... sometimes I'm glad that she's not here, because... idk... I really love my mom, and she's great, but sometimes she's just too strict. And I'm a teenage girl, darn it! It's biologically natural that I detest my parents! Although really, I don't. But right now part of me wants to go to her and tell her I'm sorry and give her a hug and all that, but another part feels like she's not taking into account that I am a 100% mommy / daddy's girl goody-two shoes that hasn't been grounded / in big trouble since around sixth grade. She doesn't seem to realize that while other kids are smoking and cutting school and doing drugs, my biggest offence is NOT ASKING HER FOR AN INTERNET ACCOUNT. And I kind of want to go up to her and tell I would prefer it if she just lived at work and didn't bother me anymore. Seriously, that's how pissed I am. And now I'm thinking that this is not all Facebook, but whatever. I am really... gaaaah... I think this is mainly because I feel like she doesn't appreciate how goody-two-shoes I am. I told her that, and she said that it was because of how she and my dad raised me. True, obviously, but can I get some credit here? It's like she doesn't take into account peer pressure or high school at all... nope, no credit for me. >< OK. Sorry. Rant over... I've never seen a situation that was so similar to mine in my life... I could probably rant with you all day over this because the same thing happens to me. [img src=" img.photobucket.com/albums/v707/tfbc/smilies/hug.gif"] [/IMG] In 2004, I was stupid enough to join a forum without telling my parents, and I contacted a person from the forum that I didn't know in real life over AIM. Long story short, my mom found out, and I didn't have any Internet privleges for a long long time. My mom and dad are fine with TFBC because of the fact that they assume most marching band members aren't exactly the devious type, but still, if I want to talk to anyone from here on AIM, I must ask permission first. Heck, I have to ask about sending e-mails, about avatars, about everything. I was still surprised when my parents let me get a deviantART, but since I'm trying to use it for art enhancing purposes, not to talk to strangers, I think they let me get one. Still, I know how you feel frenchhorngirl, and it's frustrating when all your friends are posting pictures of themself all over the Internet with no consequences, but your parents think that if you have a website that only your friends can access, it's as bad as shooting up with heroin every night. frenchhorngirl, I've nearly slipped. And of course some of my friends are like, "Your parents don't know how to use a computer as well as you do - just get a hidden MySpace or a hidden e-mail account." It's not worth it. My friends keep telling me to get a Facebook, but I'm not allowed. I have the same conversations with my mom, mainly. My dad is a little bit more lax, but I always try to explain to my mom that if anyone on the Internet approached me to do something bad, I would just turn it down. I am not, and I'm sure you are not, stupid enough to let someone have an explicit chat or leave awkward messages on a Facebook or something like the dumb 13 year olds on Dateline: How to Catch a Predator. I am not entirely anonymous, but I feel that way sometimes too... almost all of my friends have MySpaces (and I don't want one - I hate them), but the point is: I always try to explain to my parents in a mature way as well that none of my friends have ever gotten attacked or raped or something ridiculous by having a MySpace. I suppose all we can do is wait until we turn 18 and use excellent judgment in the meantime...? I'm such a goody two shoes as well, and sometimes I can't fathom how my parents could think I would actually do things that would get me into major trouble over the Internet. *sigh* Here's a hug, frenchhorngirl. Amen to you for trying to put up with all that stuff. It's so frustrating, and I know it's for our own good, but jeez... [img src=" img.photobucket.com/albums/v707/tfbc/smilies/hug.gif"][/IMG] [/quote] I have [img src=" img.photobucket.com/albums/v707/tfbc/smilies/hug.gif"][/img] s for both of you. Fortunetely (or unfortunetely depending on your perspective) I'm on the opposite side of the spectrum. My mum is very much against my having a myspace (hence I don't have one) but she couldn't care less about facebook. I'm sure she cares about what forums I'm a part of, but she never says anything, so I never really know. You call yourselves 'goody two shoes' but frankly I'm envious of how much your parents care. I come home at 1, 2 am ( and my curfew is 11 pm) and I don't even get a "Where the hell have you been." Instead, the house is asleep. They don't care who I talk to online or what I do. I know it might sound like a good thing, but I wish they'd get mad at me or something about it.
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Post by trumpetspride on Sept 7, 2007 22:51:01 GMT -5
Here's basically the jist in 8 words. Homecomming dance is in less than a month. I HATE this period of time with a firey, livid PASSION. THe month leading up to dances is the worst because that's when the bulk of the asking occurs. And no guy wants to go with or or will ask me. I'm 99.9% sure of that fact. The reason i didn't say 100% is because sometimes fate has this annoying knack to sneak up behind me and bite me in the you-know-where. And several or my friends already have dates, or plan to ask people, and that sort of just leaves me. Sure, some of my other friends don't have dates...but I wouldn't be surprised if they pull of getting dates. I mean, I love dances. I love being able to get all dressed up (I'm a tomboy, but still, dressing up a little here and there is fun hehe) and go to a dance with a date. If my other friends don't have dates I'll go in a group, but if they get dates I'm not going. It just makes me sad how it seems like I'm not good enough for guys. And I know that's a really stupid thing to say...but guys just don't like me. I mean, as friends sure but not as like...a girlfriend or even just an innocent date to a stupid dance. I'm not really pretty, and that's probably why. But still. It's frustrating and upsetting and I'm so jealous of the good relationships some of my friends have. Oh, and to top it off we lost of football game tonight.
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Post by NinjaBaker on Sept 7, 2007 22:56:55 GMT -5
awww!!! *hugs*
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Post by Duel of the Flutes on Sept 7, 2007 23:26:01 GMT -5
rant time. the rant that's probably been repeated so many times in different forms that you might as well just not bother reading this.
so, school's started up again, and it's (almost) that time of year again... chair placements. and I have two different situations, actually. the first is in symphonic band. I'm playing french horn in symphonic band, and it's the first time I've ever played it (officially) in band. I'm doing it because I can, and because I want to. but the thing is, I never had any intention to challenge for 1st spot or anything, but recently I've been getting a lot of "why not?"s, and quite frankly, I'm not so sure anymore. I was planning on taking advantage of my inexperience and enjoying the fact that I'm last chair and not having to be 1st. I really don't know anymore. but anyway, the second situation would be in concert winds. I want to be first but I want Kes to be first. if I don't make first I want to challenge for first but I don't. I don't really know what the heck is going to happen. I know that if I don't challenge on horn, I'll probably be perfectly okay with it, and everyone whose opinion really matters to me will be as well. I just wonder. and I know that not getting first flute will not sit well with a lot of people. and this is one of those times where I wonder if I really should just ignore them, even if their opinions really matter to me. I'm just kinda in a "screw the world" kind of mood. Idk.
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Post by NinjaBaker on Sept 9, 2007 16:11:03 GMT -5
^ *hugs* Rant away. Get all the poison out.
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