Braces

I have braces.

My teeth are exceptionaly munted and hopefully these braces will make them not munted at all.

They acctually don't hurt much (yet). It took about an hour for them to get put on, but I thought it would feel longer then it did. They are purple and yellow and I don't think they make me too much uglier.

I don't like the sound of cleaning my teeth around them much though...
There's, like, 3 different brushes your ment to use, and mouth wash and floss and THINK HOW LONG THAT'LL TAKE!!!

And at the moment I don't have them on my front bottom teeth, so it won't affect my flute playing (I hope), but when I get them on my front bottom teeth then I'll have to re-learn how to play!!! :(

But other than that, they aren't such a big deal.

Band Performance

Yesterday the junior bands went to Howrah Primary.

Thats the Junior Concert Band and the Junior Stage Band, btw.

So we went to Howrah and we played to all the little kids. We left school straight after homegroup (so we didn't have to go to maths), then came back at lunch (so we also missed science and indor wellbeing).

I don't reckon you really care what classes I was lucky enough to miss, (though you probably don't care about any of this at all), so I'll continue to what we did at Howrah. We walked there from Clarence, which took about 20min, then we ahd to set up. We practiced for the next hour and a bit, then we got a break. Our break was in Howrah's recess, so I went and found the twins. (Jacqui and Hayley and Loren came with me.) Kez launched herself at me when she saw me coming. She ran across one and a half netbal courts just for a hug. Beck was wierd though. She was sitting under a tree eating, not running around playing netbal with Kez and all their friends. I sorta don't like that, seeing my littelest sister sitting out like a loner. But I know she has friends, because when they were writting down lists of friends to be on netbal teams with in the after-school roster; two of them put down her name. So yeah, that was kinda wierd.

But then she came over and stole the truffle I was eating and ran away with it and I figured I would just not worry about her loner-ish-nes.

At quaterpast 11, the band went back and sat down to watch all the kids arriving then we played at halfpast. The programe was...

1. The concer band played the Muppets Theme
2. The concert band played a piece called Festivo Fantastico
3. My flute quartet (with six people) played Eye of the Tiger without stuffing up
4. The clarienets played Pink Panther
5. Kelsey played a solo on Bass Clarienet
6. Carmeliana played Hot Cross Buns on oboe
7. The concert band played a piece called Woodland Overture (which is really pretty and the flutes get lots of tune)
8. Jacqui played James Bond on alto sax
9. Thomas played Star Wars on tenor sax
10. Seb played some wierd thing on barry sax
11. As you have probably noticed, we demonstraight all the instruments to the kids.
12. The concert band played Conundrum, which Simon reckons we might win the Hobart Estedfors with.
13. Loren played In the Jungle on Trumpet
14. Nicole played music from Lord of the Rings on french horn
15. The concert band played Jazz Band Blues, and we managed to get nearly our whole audience to click in time
16. The concer band played Croccodile Rock and Sam got all the kids to clap along
17. The concert band swapped to the stage band
18. The stage band played Rock the House with the kids clapping along
19. The stage band played Break
20. Sam got to show of his valve trombone (which is like a cross between a Trumpet and a trombone)
21. Hayley and I did a slidy-thing on Trombone and Simon made fun of us to all the little kids cause we're flute players pretending to play trombone
22. The stage band played Stand by Me
23. The stage band ended the cancert by playing Louie Louie

You are probably very glad that the concert ended at last because you are probably very sick of reading this post. I was glad the concert had ended because I was running out of breath. And I'm sorta glad this post has ended cause now I have to go get braces.

senior band

This is just a note to tell you that I am in the senior bad at Claza.

Apart from my Mum and possibly Auntie Bec, you probably have no idea what I'm talking about. So I'll explain.

Clarence High Schoool has four bands-

1. The Training Band - Taken by Mr Simon Read - this is for grade sevens who are learnign a new instrument. Some of them are learning their first instrument and some are learning a second one. I was in this band last year learning the Trombone.
2. The Junior Concert Band - also taken by Simon - this band is made up of grade sevens and eights who can play their instruments. We reherse for an hour afterschool every Wednesday. we play older music, normally more classical stuff. We are going to perfome at Howrah Primary on wednesday. We also enter both the Hobart and Clarence estedfords. I play flute in this band and it is fairly easy.
3. The Junior Stage Band - taken by Miss Baddcok - Again, this is a grade 7/8 band. We play more rock/swing music. The music is slightly harder than the concert band music, and we don't have as many different instruments. In this band we only have Saxophones, Trumpets, Trombones and Rythem (a kit, a bass guitar and an electric guitar). I play Trombone in this band. Because we don't have as larger variety of instruments we have less players. This band only consists of 2 alto saxs, 2 tenor saxs, 1 barri sax, 3 trumpets, 3 trombones, and the 3 members of the rythem section.
4. The Senior Concert Band - Taken by Mr Mac - This is the band that i am so excited about joining. We play very similar music to the junior concert band, but its a lot harder. We have a piece at the moment written in 7:8 timing. This band is made up of grade nines and tens, along with the good grade eights. Mac likes to keep his band balanced, so he includes grade eights when he needs more of their instrument. Thats why I wasn't in before now. I play flute. That probably doesn't tell you much, but Mac hate flutes. The senior Band already has 4, then theirs me and Hayz in grade eight. We are good enough for senior band, Simon reckons we should be in senior band. And this week Mac agreed and we are now in SENIOR BAND. And I havn't even told you the best bit! Senior band goes on tour!! A week off school to tour northern Tassy with my band geek friends!!! Yay!!!
5. The senior Stage Band - taken by Simon - like junior stage, but it is only for grade 9/10s.

So yeah. I am in Senior Band!!!! We practise for an hour afterschool on a Thurs and accasionally on a Sunday. Tour will be AWSOME!!!

P.S. the idea of me going on tour with a bunch of grade 9/10 s is scaring Mum to death.

Hunted Down

Mrs Burgess is hunting me down cause I'm smart and I'm not a spok enough for her. I feel like I'm in trouble for not being perfect! How does that work when no ones perfect???

The thing is, She wants me to enter this maths competition that I DON"T WANT TO ENTER. I've told her I don't want to do it, but she keeps bugging me and I have to really try to be polite to her. She is completely going against the bullying and harrasment policy. I'm feeling more harassed by her than I have ever felt before.

So thisafternoon I got a call at home from Mrs Burgess. She wantd to talk to my parents cause she doesn't believe me when I tell her my parents won't make me do competitions I don't want to do. (Mum learnt that one last year) She made me give her Dad's number. And so She has called both my parents on their mobiles, just as if I was a naughty little pest.

And I'm not!!! I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not I'm not!!! I am not an anoying pest and I do not deserve to be hunted down. Oh Yeah, and did I mention what fighting with teachers does to your chances of being a prefect in grade ten. *groan* And I really want to be a prefect.

(And I'm on the verge of a nervous brake down)

I'd like some sympthy please! What should I do? Should I enter this competition just so she doesn't hate me and I'll get to be a prefect? Then what'll happen next time she wants me to enter a competition? When do I say no??? I have a reputation that can't afford to get any worse here!

Spok

I'm a spok. I'm too good at all my work and I work to fast and my writting is too neat and I have the right answers too often.

And just in case it is sooo long since you have attended highschool you happen to have forgotten, being smart is a social taboo, which is really sad.

I try not to be a nerd. I do my work (quickly, neatly and correctly), but I don't draw attention to the fact. It is possible to have a conversation with me without being told a bunch of usless science facts. I don't spend my free time in the library. I prefer to watch the simpsons than the news. I don't do computing as a choice subject. And I get all the sickminded jokes as well as anyone (and better than Jacqui).

But sometimes being a spok and being a nerd are so closly linked it's impossible to tell the difference. But I assure you, there is a difference. Spoks are just smart. They are good at their work. They are like me. Whereas nerds care about current affairs, they bost about their knowledge, and, quiet often, they are not actually smart at all.

I just looked at what I've written and realised that I haven't actually told you anything and it is quiet possible you have given up reading this post because it is so boring and dull. If you have stopped reading, then sorry for being so uninteresting. And if you are still reading, then sorry for making you read that apology.

Anyway, I am most resantly a spok because I got a better test score than everyone else. It was a reading comprehension test, and every grade did the same paper. I only got one question wrong, a score of 124 out of 125. I did better than all the grade nines and tens, aswell as all the other grade sevens and eights. My english teacher Mrs Palmer gave me a lollypop, because I got the top score, YAY!!! ;)

Scars

OK, so before you start reading this, there are some things you need to know...

1. This is a fictional story I wrote in English
2. It does not in any way relate to any experience of my own
3. I do not need to see a councelor cause I am not an emo

Scars by Hannah Dilger

I reach out my hand to the fish that is swimming slowly underneath my boat. My fingers make ripples in the smooth surface of the lake; my presence disturbing the water like it disturbs everything else. The fish flees as my hand approaches it, running away from me like everything else does. So I’m saving them all the bother and running away myself.

I look up at the warm autumn sun. It’s running away from me too. Running to the hills in the west where it gets to spend the night away from me. I feel sorry for the sun; it has to glare at me all day, everyday. Even I don’t like looking at me; even my Mum doesn’t like looking at me.

The wind comes as the sun touches the distant hills, making the sky shine pink-ish red. That’s the colour people go when I catch them staring at me. It’s a colour that means ‘I got caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing but was doing anyway’. But they always do it again. Just like tomorrow night the sun will make the sky blush pink again as it turns away from me once more.

The wind gets stronger, carrying me away from the world that hates me. It blows my chocolate brown hair over my face; helping me in my quest to hide my abnormality. The wind is my friend. It is helping me now like it has helped me so many times before. I remember how it helped me all those years ago on my first day of Kindy. It was with me when Mum dropped me off. Everyone else’s parents walked them in. The wind walked me in. It blew a kiss at me and ruffled my hair as I entered the classroom. Then the teacher shut the door; blocking out the wind and leaving me alone with the stares and comments of other kids and their parents, comments they didn’t expect me to hear.

Grown-ups don’t like the wind. They are always blocking it out and saying how annoying it is in their gardens; making a mess of the tidiness they prize so dearly. The wind likes ugly things. It blows the leaves of trees, leaving them an ugly mass of bare branches. It spreads rubbish down tidy streets making them disgusting and gross. Yes, the wind definitely likes ugly things. That’s why the wind likes me.

Some days the wind isn’t there. On those days I’m all by myself; an ugly duckling in a world of swans. I think that the wind must have lots of ugly friends and that’s why it never stays too long with any of us. We have to share.

All through primary school teachers were telling us about that - sharing.
‘Jonathon! Share that truck with Ben.’
‘Hannah, if you’re going to bring your Barbies with you then your going to have to share them with Krista.’
But they never told anyone to share with me. I haven’t once heard them say to anyone, ‘share with Lacy’. I just had to sit in my corner hiding away from people who wish I wasn’t there. Who wish they would never have to look at my dishevelled face again.

The wind is getting stronger. It is tossing my boat around on the rough surface of the lake, tossing me like the piece of filth I must look like. Up and down, up and down. It’s making me sick. I want to get out, but I’m better of out here with my friend, the wind, than I am back there where I’m just a nuisance, a waste of space.

I am rocking uncontrollably on the rough water. The wind is too strong for the little wooden boat to resist. It flips, and in an instant I am thrashing around in the freezing water of the lake. I need to go up to breath, but I don’t know which way is up. Even if I did, I don’t know how to get there. No one would ever bother to teach someone with a face like mine to swim. My lungs are fighting my mouth. My mouth is closed and my lungs want it to open. I do as they say. Water flows freely through my body as I try to scream. I feel myself go limp as my consciousness drifts away.

I wonder if people with scars like mine are allowed into heaven.

My boring life

My life is very boring at the moment. The only actually interesting thing that has happened in the last two weeks isn't very interesting at all, now I look back at it, but it was funny at the time.

Yesterday in homegroup Jacqui got accused of pulling the chair out from under Josh. But she claims she didn't, I'm not sure I believe her, but it was funny all the same! Josh went to sit down and fell on the floor. plop! he landed on his bum and the whole class started laughing. Then the boys all started saying how Jacqui must have pulled the chair out from under him. But Mrs Burgess didn't even suspect for a minute it was her! And I'm one of her friends and I though she probably did it!

Zac was saying how if he had of been standing where Jacqui was he would have gotton internal cause 'it could seriously injure someone'. And he was sooo mad that Jacqui didn't even get a detention. Mrs Burgess was apsolutely convinced that Jacqui would never do anything like that. (and she would, probably not to Josh ... but you never know) Mrs Burgess even went as far as to say that Dylon probably pushed the chair out from where he was sitting two metres away, to frame Jacqui and get her in trouble. Now I definately don't believe that.

It was funny though, and Mrs Burgess was treating Jacqui like such a teachers' pet that I reckon Jacqui would have preffered the detention ;)

Tooth Extractions

I'm getting braces on the second last day of term. I wish it was in the middle of term cause then I'd get to mabey miss more school; this way the max number of days I'm gonna get of is only two :(

Anyway, thats besides the point. My teeth are too crowded and I had to get two pulled out so the braces can demuntify the rest. (If your thinking demuntify isn't a word then your right. It means to make not munted, but I think it sounds cool, don't you?)

And geuss what?! It didn't really hurt at all! Not even the needles! Not even after the anisthetic wore of! It felt wierd as, but i thought is was gonna hurt aswel! And it didn't! And I have no idea why I'm telling you this! But I am anyway!