A Baddish Day Made Better

Yesterday was a crazy day. I went to school. I was really excited that I got to sleep in a little, (Hayden is no longer going to seminary) even though I should be sorry that Hayden isn't going to seminary anymore. I am kind of. (the tiniest, microscopical, little bit sorry)

Anyway, I slept in, but it ended up me sleeping in too much. I didn't have time to put on my new makeup. I did my makeup in the car. It was an experience I wouldn't like to repeat. After I finally got it to look somewhat normal I reached inside my bag for a brush. (I very rarely brush my hair except in a moving vehicle. It's weird.) There was no brush! I looked everywhere. By this time we were to school and Dad had already gone in. I went inside the school. I was worried that my hair looked really messy. A lot of people were wearing miss-matched socks, weird hats, or crazy bright colors and patterns. Sometimes at Wells High School they have a weird dress up day. It was crazy day. Some people even had crazy makeup and ratted, crazy hair. (Hey, maybe I can blend in.) I asked Brieanna, Emily, Chelsea, and Mandy if they had a brush. No one did. I finally had to brush my hair with my fingers in Dad's room. I survived.

But everything that happened yesterday wasn't completely bad. There was also a lot of good things. I went to the store with Emily. It was way fun, except we didn't have enough money for everything we wanted to buy. We were 87 cents over. I thought we would be. I had to give up my orange juice, but it was ok.

Band and Choir went well, but all day I was nervous. Everyone was. Finally, it was time to get ready for the concert. I actually got ready in the bathroom of the band room. I didn't get to go home between. I had played basketball with Emily, practiced the piano, ate at McDonald's, and been nervous.

There were a ton of black and white clad students in the band room. Everyone was nervous and warming up and tuning. I was just a little flat on my clarinet, as usual. You're supposed to push in if you're flat. I am always all the way pushed in. It is sad, but ok.

Finally we went to the auditorium.

First the elementary band went. They played "Hard Rock Blues". Everyone loves that song. I was holding my clarinet and resisted the urge to play along. I did the fingering though. I have forgotten one part though.

Then it was our choir's turn. I loved it. Singing in front of people is so much fun if you really know the song. People were out of tune a lot though. I stand right next to the two people who always get out of tune. It is sad. I didn't really care then though. It was great.

Then the high school choir went. They did pretty well.

Then our band went. We did really good. Our two songs were good. It was over really fast. Desi and Lib gave me fake flowers. They are so nice.

I asked Mom how it all sounded. She said our choir sounded really out of tune a lot. I asked her if it was me. She said no, but it was other people. I was sad. I wanted it to be like all really amazing. I kind of wished that I had just stayed in bed all day and not had so many trials, but Mom convinced me of all the good I did. She told me that our band sounded amazing and no one would care if our choir sounded out of tune, and it wasn't me anyway. She told me how great I am (even though I'm not that great.) She is nice like that.

Moms are amazing. If you see yours any time soon, tell them they are great.