So I haven't really been *sleeping* per se lately.

I worked much of the day yesterday on this ad campaign dealy to get people to sign up for choir. Our choir program is effing falling apart, so it's quite necessary. I then picked up my very favorite redheaded farm girl and proceeded on to orchestra rehearsal.

Rehearsal was grand. Particularly the after part. The first trombone player in this orchestra - Billy his name is - is super freaking cute. Baby faced. Shaggy hair. Really good bone player. So we had dinner with Billy and some other boys from his school after rehearsal, and it came up that I was a newbie and needed to be initiated or some shit like that. So I'm driving Pappy home, and we pass Billy's friend's car with Billy in the passenger seat. I hear Pappy SHRIEK and I look over. Billy's big freaking white ass is hanging out the passenger side window. For a good ten minutes. In a well-trafficked area. I didn't quite know what to say.

I just found out about an hour ago that I will be performing in verse for regionals. Diana, our star verse reader, graduated early, so she can't perform. Shilpa, who has actually been doing verse for a while, was slated to go, but her aunt-by-marriage's mother died, and her mother is making her go. I found this sort of interesting. Here's how Shilpa explained it:

Shilpa: So there was this death in the family, but it wasn't that big of a deal or anything. I didn't even really know the lady. It was just my aunt's mother, and I hate my aunt, so I don't want to go. But my mom said, (in a humorous Indian accent)"You need to spend more time with the family. You are not going to the Regionals." So, I mean, I WANT to go, but my mom won't let me.

But for whatever reason, when Mrs. Barnes explained it to me, it went something like this:

Donna B: There was a death in Shilpa's family, and you know, in her culture, they have to be in mourning for a certain period of time...

So I don't know if that's what Shilpa told Donna B to make her punishment lighter, or if the Great One earnestly assumed that this had something to do with Shilpa's ethnicity, but I found it humorous. At any rate, I have to pick two poems to read on Saturday, and two of the three I have read so far have sent me into hysterical fits of sobbing. I don't know how I'll fare with this whole Verse thing.

posted at 4:04 PM by Alison

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