9.11.2002

And that was my 9-11 salute.

Today was a bit strange. First of all, everyone was wearing red white and blue. The whole student body in the same colors. Then when we had a moment of silence, it was actually silent. Things that otherwise wouldn't have happened under different circumstances.

I was boycotting TV today to avoid the relentless 9-11 coverage on major networks. And with the exception of Mrs. Consiglio's class and watching the weather channel briefly, I succeeded.

But all in all, it was very nauseating.

I've got a patriotic calendar and a 14 foot American flag. I think I'm set on patriotism for the next 10 years.

So anyhow. Get this. On Monday at 5:30 I walked into Fame for my guitar lesson. And this place is hoppin'. There are a ton of people htere that I know. Including, that's right, Andrew. Ack. So then Ian (Collin's older brother who is very funny and works at the desk) tells me Rick already has a 5:30 and my lesson is at 6. And guess who has the 5:30 guitar lesson. That's right, you guessed it, Andrew. Ack. I simply cannot believe this, ANDREW PLAYING GUITAR?! ACK!

Later on, at 6, I was sitting there complaining to Rick about how painfully high clarinet is and how I hate it. Then (like usual) he said, "Why don't you play saxophone? It's only a step away from clarinet." And all of a sudden, it sounded like a great idea! So on Tuesday, without telling anyone else my secret plan, I told Mr. Stimple that I wanted to switch to saxophone. He agreed, probably because we had 14 saxes last year, and now there are 4. And tomorrow is my last day as a clarinet in the school band. Today Reed found me a sax and showed me how similar they are. The fingering on the sax is the same as the upper octave on the clarinet. And the sax has an octave key instead of a register key.

The other day a nun cut me and Mom off at five points. What's the world coming to?!

My lifetime growing pattern: hurry up and get short.