One of those days

Have you ever had one of those days? You know, the ones that feel like you're on an emotional rollercoaster all day? Well, today was just that. I got in the shower at 6:15 this morning and proceeded to get myself ready for school. My parents have this rule that I need to leave the house by 7:30 in order to get everyone to school on time and not speed. Despite this, I usually leave my house around 7:40 because it just takes a while for my brain to comprehend that time. At 7:15 my younger brother storms in my room demanding that I hurry and get in the car in a mere five minutes. Well that was nigh impossible since I hadn't put my make-up on or chosen the clothes for the day. Five minutes later he storms into my bathroom and yells at me to hurry and get ready; to this I simply replied, "If you don't get out of this room right now, I'm going to go slower and force you to be late." Of course he got mad. When we were a few miles from school he starts the conversation up again in this really irritated voice. I argue for a few minutes until we're both too annoyed to speak.

After that dreadful episode, I walked into biology, where I once again realized that I wasn't allowed to use my backpack and continue my 5 month long tradition. Though slightly aggravated, I tried to learn the topic for the day. It was at this point that I discovered that I actually understood what he was talking about and could follow along and interject intelligent comments along the way as well. Pretty good experience.

On to APUSH, one of the world's worst classes. I love history, but the teacher loves to lecture and that makes it difficult for a visual student. Our quiz was not too difficult and I only missed one so I was pretty proud of myself. Overall, it was an okay period.

Next was orchestra, one of my favorite classes. We didn't do much exept learn about scales and play a few. After that, she dismissed us into our project groups. Since I wasn't in that class for the first semester, I didn't have a project. Luckily, another cello dropped out of the class so I just took his place. It was great how it all worked out, but then I took alook at the composition. The key was difficult as well as the rhythms. By difficult I mean that I couldn't sight it well, that I would have to spend a few hours alone with the piece and a metronome to be sure to get the correct rhythms and fingerings. After I continued to complain to my classmate who composed the piece, he told me that I should just quit if I thought it was so hard. Slightly offended, I grabbed my things and stormed out of the room.

Thinking back, I probably shouldn't have gotten so mad, but I did. My day was a rollercoaster and so were my emotions. Oh well, maybe the rest of the day will go better.