first day of school

Math: Yay, Kristin and Anchal and Harini are in my class! But I'm also with a certain other person whose name I refuse to mention. We made Venn diagrams about things we have in common with random people in our class.

TA: My classroom got changed at the last minute, so I'm Lanthier's TA instead of Yen's. The sixth graders are super cute and stuff. All I did was holepunch paper and put stuff up in the windows and finish so early I could read. It's actually not as bad as I thought it would be.

PE: We sat around and listened to our teacher ramble about stuff like the honor code and technology agreement forms and whatnot. It was boring. Then we went to get our planners and I forgot my money.

Science: The teacher seemed a little strict about me reading in class. She just talked about herself for awhile, and how her daughter hated going to the school her mom taught at. The teacher gets annoying people in trouble, though. I like that.

SS: I like the teacher! And the person who sat next to me seemed pretty cool even though she's new to Miller! =D We watched a lot of videos and stuff like that, and went over expectations and the usual boringness.

French: Certain annoying people aren't in my class this year! Yay! Lots of people forgot everything they learned last year and it was really funny listening to them attempting to speak French. I was sitting in the back row and thinking "sigh this is so easy i read all this in the textbook last year."

LA: The teacher is awesome, partly because I already know her XD I sat next to Jenny and we drew unicorncats the whole period! (combinations of unicorns and cats ^_^) This is the only class we actually have HW in, but I finished half of it already.

this post makes no sense.

I couldn't post... I wasn't feeling well D: Stupid ear infections! And my piano theory homework is annoying me >.<
I'll probably be able to come to school though.

I'm chatting with Rhea right now and she said that if someone comes in your dream, they miss you. And because I had a creepy dream about her (which I don't remember now), I was all like "RHEAAAAA JUST ADMIT YOU MISS MEEEE ^_^" XD it was really random. Apparently, everyone from school misses me... but I don't think they actually do. I'm a very forgettable person! YAY FORGETTABLE PEOPLE! =)

And this is what our chat turned into:
me: meowmeowmeow
meowmeowmeow
meowmeow
meow
meowwwww
Rhea: did you eat sugar?
you're too hyper XD
me: NOOOOO
meowwwwwww
i'm a unicorn :D

My friends are random.

I just love the title of this amazing post! Don't you? Yay, this post has the best title ever =D
OK, now I'm just being strange. I'll stop. Why are my endings so awkward?

WEB orientation!

I had to wake up at 7. WHY SO EARLY D=

Anchal didn't bike there with me. She ditched so I just went to Miller by myself. At least I could bike as fast as I wanted...

We got there and stood around awkwardly for an hour, and then we cheered for the pixies when they came into the gym. Anchal and I grabbed Aishu and my sis and hugged them XD

My WEB group is pretty cool. Two people ditched the orientation, though. All the girls were really shy and sweet but the guys were all loud and annoying. How stereotypical.

The pixies were so short and adorable <3 Anchal was shorter than some of them but she wouldn't admit it XDAnd they had a gazillion questions for me... THEY WERE THE CUTEST THINGS EVER =D it's hard to believe I was that small and cute two years ago. I probably wasn't a very cute pixie, though....

I had Neha and Carolyn (my sis's friends) in my group =D and I also had this guy my sis doesn't like. I can see why they don't get along ;)

In general, orientation was very... hyper. The whole time, I had to act "loud and energetic" but as you know it's not really my nature.... YAY FOR THE POWER OF INTROVERTS! We're underestimated sooooo much, but not speaking our minds doesn't mean we're not thinking!

I have an ear infection and it's really annoying me right now. Yeah, this has nothing to do with WEB orientation and my flashy bright pink WEB Leader shirt which I'm wearing right now. (No, don't make me post a selfie. Don't even think about how awful I look in pink. And because I said that, you're probably picturing how weird I look now... whatever.)

And because I'm off topic, I'll just leave and spare you from reading any more of my awful writing. 

WEB training

Day 1: We got our group assignments. I'm with Aishwarya and Leo and I don't know them that well. Neha (pixie friend) is in my group =D but too bad I don't have Aishaniiiii...........
It felt a lot like I was a pixie again. I'm supposed to be "energetic" and extroverted but it doesn't come naturally to me. YAY INTROVERTS XD
Isa and I biked there and back together and we went past Aishani's house and screamed her name. XD

Day 2: I called a lot of pixies (like 4) on the phone and it was so awkward...
We got our neon pink shirts! I look weird in mine unless I wear my neon pink hairband with it. And we practiced leading the sixth graders through activities and the campus tour thing. We signed up for jobs during orientation and it was very violent because people were fighting for one particular job ;)

my amazing schedule.

Looks like an overdue library book doesn't matter...

0 period: Geometry, Orcutt
1st period: first sem. TA, Yen / second sem. Comm Arts, Cypert
2nd period: PE (first sem Hong, second sem Davies)
3rd period: Science, Bandyopadhyay
4th period: SS, Gasparik
5th period: French, Kennedy
6th period: LA, Niksch

Apparently I have all the good teachers.

what is this

Still don't have my schedule :(
I'm worried I got held back or something... even though I had awesome grades, I had an overdue library book and I heard someone say you can get held back for something like that.
OK, stop it, CALM DOWN, MEERA!!! Sigh. Do you have any idea how easily you freak out? Geez. Relax. It's only your schedule... (yay for talking to myself)
Seriously, though, I'm getting too freaked out about this whole thing. Everyone already got their schedules and I'm still waiting for mine D:

i want a title for this story

The strange man points at Myra as he bellows, “Class, this is the new Dianna.” A thin, makeup-covered girl standing to her left whispers, “So you’re Di’s replacement, right? The new alto? I hope you’re as good as she is. You certainly look uglier than her..”
Myra isn’t sure what to say. She knows that with her pale skin, messy hair, and freckles, she’s nothing like the fake and skinny popular girls in her new school. What disappoints her the most though, is the fact that her choir director doesn’t even know her name, let alone give her a proper introduction to the class.
The girl on her right, however, is also freckled and plain with a more muscular build than everyone else around her. Summoning up all her courage, Myra asks her, “W-who’s Dianna?”
The girl doesn’t hesitate to reply. “Her full name’s Dianna Pristine Sweetwater. I know, fancy. She was the most annoying person to stand next to, and her singing was just horrible. But our director adored her, until she moved away last week. He acted like it was the end of the world or something. Anyways, I’m Ashley. The girl on the other side of you is Nicoletta and she’s a bully. Just like most of the kids in this school. Who’re you?”
Feeling a bit more comfortable, Myra says her name softly and with her trademark stutter. Just then, the director yells, “Dianna! Sing a high E-flat!” Myra’s not sure what to do, until Ashley whispers to her, “Did I mention that Dianna has perfect pitch? Luckily, so do I.” Ashley whispers the note in Myra’s ear so she can sing it in her ghost of a voice. She didn’t even sign up for choir; her mom thought it would make her more outgoing.
“Louder! I can’t hear you!” shouts that masculine voice that Myra hates so much. She tries her hardest to sing loudly, and the note comes out audibly. The whole class launches into song and she tries her hardest to sight-read the notes on the paper before her. Most of the notes come out as squeaks or whispers, though. “Dianna! Sing your part alone! Everyone wants to hear your perfect voice!”
Knowing that she doesn’t have anything near a perfect voice, Myra stretches her vocal chords and tries to get an acceptable note out. Her voice is soft and a little too low-pitched for what she’s singing. “I c-can’t do this,” she whispers to Ashley after she’s done singing and the whole class erupts with laughter.
After enduring a long lecture from her despicable director on why she’s a bad singer, Myra is elated when class is dismissed. She and Ashley both have a free period next, so they stay in the library and read books. As she enjoys her hour of peace, Myra already starts worrying about the next day’s choir class. She can tell that Ashley feels the same way.
Every day goes like this for Myra, until she graduates the eleventh grade. As much as she loathes it, her mom signs her up for choir the next year. After spending her carefree summer days camping in the mountains with Ashley’s family, she’s forgotten completely about choir.
Eventually the first day of school arrives. Myra looks at her schedule and sees “Choir” written on it in big, bold, imposing letters. When that horrible class rolls around, she and Ashley, whose parents signed her up as well, enter the room together. Although Ashley’s voice sounds as amazing as always, Myra’s is still a shadow’s ghost. She tries her hardest to live up to her director’s expectations, but always fails, still angry that he hasn’t learned her name yet. He calls her Dianna even when taking attendance.

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Five years have passed since Myra Collins first walked into Greg Peterson’s choir classroom. Greg and his wife are spending the evening at the opera and enjoying every minute of it.
“Greg, look! The very tall alto over there has an amazing voice. Don’t you wish you had a girl like that in your choir class?” asks his wife. Greg watches the singer as she moves across the stage. Pale skin, messy hair, freckles... this definitely rings a bell. “The new Dianna... it can’t be!” he whispers to himself.
When the show’s over, Greg marches up to the opera’s manager. “What’s the name of that tall alto? The one with the lead role? I think she might have been in my choir class a while ago.”
“Myra Collins,” the manager replies. He knows that Greg Peterson teaches at the local high school. “Do you want to talk to her?” Greg replies that it would be nice, thank you very much. A few minutes later, he’s staring directly into the smoky eyes of the girl he treated so badly.
“Your name’s Myra? I never knew that. Sorry about choir class five years ago,” he tells her. “It’s o-okay,” replies Myra in her soft voice. She still stammers, Greg notices. “Did Dianna perform today?” he asks her. “S-she tried out. Didn’t make the f-first cut.” Her voice is louder than it was five years ago. “Ashley sang, t-though. She’s the g-girl I was next to. My b-best friend.”
Myra’s former director is shocked out of his mind. Who would have guessed that the girl he screamed at so much, the girl with a stammer and a small voice, the girl who’s name he hadn’t even remembered, would become an opera star? He sure wouldn’t have. Maybe his high expectations of her did something to transform her this much...
Smiling to himself, Greg Peterson walks out of the opera hall.

sick :(

I've been having headaches and a really bad cough for a while. Seriously, I was coughing the whole night and driving my entire family crazy! (Sorry...) And I can't really breathe because my nose is completely clogged and my throat hurts like crazy. Swimming helps with that part, though, but I was all disoriented yesterday in practice. When I was swimming backstroke, I "cuddled" with the laneline and went under it into the next lane. Awkward. All I can hope is that I get better in time for school...

Basically, I'm not feeling well so I won't come online as often. I might schedule a bunch of random stories when I can, but not right now. I don't have enough time.

So... um... what did I do since the last time I posted? Not much, actually. I played with my unicorn/friend and wrote random stuff which I don't want to put here.

I don't have anything else to say, and as much as I hate these awkward endings, bye!

a random poem thingie

*Sorry I couldn't post for a long time... my six-year-old best friend (who's also my pet unicorn) was at my house and we had so much fun I forgot to come online! I wrote this yesterday because I was bored...*

You stand there

Waiting.

Eyes hidden behind 

Purple lenses of goggles.

Frizzy hair trapped under a

Swim cap about to fly off.

You're nervous. Don't be.

Just finish this race.

It's only fifty meters.

How hard

Can

It

Be?

You dive in,

cold water stings

your feet.

But you don't feel it

You're too busy kicking

Like your life depends on it,

Your arms circling,

Pulling back the water

And making you go forward.

You don't breathe

At all.

Reach the wall, flip turn

Push off

And keep going

You're tired. Breathe.

Or at least try.

Don't slow down.

Faster.

Don't think of

Anything else except

Reaching

That

Wall,

Finishing the race.

You're done.

The longest thirty seconds

Of your life

Are over.

You try to get out of the pool

But your arms are

Drained of energy

And your legs wobble

Like you've forgotten

How to walk.

But you don't care.

You're done.

Your first-ever

Swim meet

Is over.

And you can't wait

For next time,

To swim those fifty meters

Over again.

constructive criticism?

I'm really bad at playing this song (I just learned it myself). I'm pretty sure I screwed up somewhere, but whatever...
at least I actually tried vibrato :D but it got screwed up by my sucky microphone thingamabob. D:

By the way...

LOL i have a pervy mind XD

last day of the debate thing

I'm actually a sucky debater. I found that out today. The person I was against had way better arguments than me and I actually couldn't think of anything to say in my last rebuttal. I'm not gonna try out for debate in school... I won't even have a chance!

When I wasn't debating, my friends and I watched even more Doctor Who. Because we felt like it. They got me addicted to that show!

And then I got home and made a bad recording of this song on flute. It's really squeaky and I'd post it here but i don't know how to....

My sister is watching me write this post that no one will read and she's also listening to the flute thing and apparently it sounds like a trumpet that can do vibrato... except my vibrato fails! Yay for failing vibrato!

Did blogger just say "yay" isn't a legit word? They're just not awesome. I'm sorry, Blogger. I didn't mean to offend you. I quite like you, in fact. Lalala. I'm bored.

I'm gonna watch random creepy videos! kk bye

this post is amazing

I was gonna make a video (of stuff) and upload it... but I don't have the time!

Swimming is getting less and less torturous! Yay!! 

Um... what else should I write? I have to do a debate tournament thingie for camp. As I mentioned before, I'll fail it really bad. I did a practice round and I didn't fail too much (the other person could actually hear me!) so my hopes are a little higher... 

Remember the three girls I mentioned earlier? The ones who went to the same school and were BFFs for a long time? They're finally open to other people (or at least me)! We act weird during breaks and stuff and watch Doctor Who on one of their computers. I actually quite like that show =D

I have to go now... I'll write more later.