A Day

A good day in general. Cranked out an essay first period--no pre-writing, and managed to scrape a C on the maths test I was pretty sure I'd flat out failed. Then, I spent lunch hanging with Kathleen, but not Kevin, though I did almost say "Hi", but then I remembered that he'd put me off again. I supposed it to mean we needed space. Speaking of space, I just deactivated my facebook account, and plan to keep it deactivated until Thanksgiving, just so I don't fuck up my grades going into vacation. Also, in music, I brought my violin, and didn't fuck up to badly. It's a world of difference playing on my violin versus playing the crappy little school violin that I'm totally lucky to be allowed to play when I forget my violin like an irresponsible child (9 out of 10 times). In English we were talking Realism, and I always love talking everyone's head off in English. Good books we'll be reading next year; I know because I've already read them all. I hate to sound like a show-off when I'm talking about what I've read, but I hate even more to sound clueless when pressed for details which I can't remember for some of the books. But, good convo anyway. Then, Blake and Daniel gave me half of the credit for suggesting that they Unionize the Jazz Band, in order to form a resistance to their much hated Band Instructor; rather than count on the bravery of the general class population--to officially bring them together for negotiation, or mass class-dropping. They really hate that Band Director. He doesn't seem so awful to me, but I'd believe it, since so many have said horrible things about him. Esteban told the guy to fuck off some time ago, and was subsequently kicked out of the class-- I wonder why?!
He gave me his broken sunglasses as I was leaving, and for some reason I was still holding on to them when my dad and I were discussing my summer medical school thing that I was "nominated" for. He says it could mean a whole lot to colleges, so no matter the price, it's worth it. But, I have my doubts. Dad crashed into the curb, and busted a tire on my baby (the Prius) and I saw it too, I said "WATCH OUT FOR THE--" He didn't stop. Crunch. My baby! Then, we all freaked as the air quickly squeezed out of our tire. Dad didn't see the curb or the flat tire, but I did! So, we stopped and got a lift from Gretchen's Auto. Nice guy too. And, it was sort of fun being in a big truck. While we were waiting, I somehow managed to cut open my knuckle. A boy in a car that was passing by looked at me with frightened eyes when we made eye contact, for some reason, and there was the rear view mirror ornament's shadow over one of his eyes, and then in the middle of his forehead and on his mouth--a Christian Cross. It was a strange sight to see. I wonder what about me he found so frightening. The Auto man, Todd, I think his name was, said he was sort of glad his son wasn't too bright, cause it meant he'd have someone to boat with, and needn't waste money on college. I like his mentality. His son is in my year and goes to Milikan, where many of my friends go, so my Dad so naively said "He must know some of your friends." and Todd said, "Not if they're smart." And he laughed. Boy wouldn't that be an awesome life? To just boat and work on cars--things you enjoyed, and not have to worry about money or school. It makes me wonder. Then, I got home and wasted time on the banjitar. Esteban asked out my freshman friend Emily, and a bunch of other girls since me, apparently. I'm not surprised by this.