Hurricane Sandy, have mercy

I severely hope I do not lose power in the next 24 hours. Then again, hope is futile, because I most likely will.
I will be the first on my block to lose power.
I will be the first in my town to lose power.
I know this because, even when a storm is not the cause, I always lose power.

 

Three years ago, a microburst (kinda like a disorganized tornado) hit my town. A hundred of trees were ripped out of the ground and oh so conveniently fell on a ton of wires. We didn't have power for a couple days. My friend, who lives on the other side of town, never lost power.

 

Last year, we had an actual tornado. Another hundred trees fell. One tree, whose roots happened to be caught under the shed in our back yard, hadn't quite fallen yet. We were spared for half a day. But when the wind picked up, the tree flipped the shed and fell on the wires. We didn't have power for nine days. My friend, again, never lost power.

 

Earlier this year, we had a sinkhole in the backyard. There was a leak in an underground water pipe and the ground just collapsed. But the hole just happened to be right next to the telephone pole in our back yard. It fell into the sinkhole. We lost power, phone service, and everything else that comes to us by wire.

 

And this one is just the worst. A couple months ago, there was a squirrel. This squirrel was quite stupid. It was running along the wires as squirrels often do when it decided that it wanted to chew on something. So it stoped and chewed through the electricity line. It ended up bad for the squirrel, and bad for our power. But seriously, what squirrel does that?? We were the only house on the block that lost power.

 

I think my house is cursed or something. That can seriously be the only explaination. To make it worse, our family friend, conveniently named Sandy, came up to New York from Florida in order to do the unvailing for his mother who passed last year. He was planning on leaving tommorow. Too bad Sandy made that impossible. So Sandy now is staying at our house until Wednesday, until Sandy has calmed down.

 

I swear, there's something weird going on...

Not very fond of my teacher

Dear Mr. Theater/Production teacher,

I'm sorry, I cannot make this rehersal. It's a tech rehersal and we happen to have about 10 others, all of which I can make. No, I don't need you screaming in my face about how irrisponsable I am or about how dissappointed you are. You aren't making it any better. But, you ask, what could be so important that I could miss a rehersal? Yeah... I just happen to be playing with the New York City Ballet that day. It's a performance. This rehersal that I'm missing is not a performance. I need to have my priorities.

But instead of giving you the finger and telling you to find a new guy yourself, I decided to try my best to make it all better and ask my good friend Max to run the light board in my place for that one day. I asked you if that was OK. And you said that no, it is definitely not ok, that you're not happy, but it is a last resort. I'm not an idiot. I know it's a last resort. And I didn't ask if it was good. There is a big difference between OK and good. But Max, who you for some reason thought wasn't going to be in town for that weekend, told me that he could do it. Yay! I fixed it all! Wrong!! You're still pissed at me, even after I took the initiative to solve the problem.

You just happen to not be satisfied because you don't know what it means to not be angry at some one. Even if the problems are solved, you are always stuck on the past. You can't get past things and look towards the future. But seriously, why again are you a teacher when you never compliment someone's hard work and only unconstructively critisize them when they make small mistakes? It's about growth, not making students think they're the bane of your existance.

The only reason I still give a shit at this point is because you just happen to be holding a grade over my head while I'm trying to apply for schools. Way to make a student feel unnecesarry pressure.

With absolutely no love at all,
Lauren

Introduction to my life

Hi. I'm Lauren. I'm currently 16 years old and I live in a suberb outside New York City.

I'm a senior in high school (I'm a bit young for my grade) and...

I'm sorry... I really have no idea what to say. I actually just spent the last hour googling what to include in a first blog post, but they always give such stereotipical answers... Be yourself! Use good grammar! Whatever to do, don't start with "Hi my name is..."!! Sorry... kinda didn't listen to that last one...

My title! That's something I can talk about! I bet the majority of you reading this are like "What the heck does 'Not so B flat' mean??"

I'm a musician. I've been playing the trombone since the fourth grade, which adds up to... 8 years. So I think that I'm pretty good. Anyway, it's a common thing for jazz musicians to call something "B flat" if it's too bland or boring. I could explain this into further detail, but it would require a knowledge of music theory that I'm not quite sure you would be interested in... But if I stand corrected, just shoot me a message.

There's one thing that I will always think is true about myself: As much as I would like to say that I have the most interesting life in the world, I don't. I'm an average high school girl who deals with average problems. But I really try to do interesting things with my life in order to not be boring. Because it's definitly not a compliment to be called B flat.

Just to give you a fair warning, I may at any time randomly go off into music-related rants or stuff that may not make any sense. Like just the other day, my friend drew a mascot for our AP music theory class. (Well, not our's. I'm technically not part of the class, but I show up regularly enough to be called an honorary music theorist.) Since every other question on the AP seems to include an anacrusis (it's like a couple notes before the song actually begins, a pick-up, if that makes any sense), she decided to draw a penguin, because we all love penguins, with a music note attatched to its forehead. Maybe I'll take a picture of it tomorrow to show you guys. We hung it up on the wall of the chorus room so that everybody could see the Ana Penguin! It was really cute and we showed our half/semi/i-don't-know retired chorus teacher who I think is now officially an "in house composition consultant" or something like that the drawing of Ana and he really liked it. I swear, he's like this big jolly guy who reminds me of santa claus.

As you could probably tell from the randomness of what I've already written, this blog can be about anything. I'm probably going to write about small things that happen in my day to day life that I find amusing. Like how yesterday my class was talking about Aristotle and the teacher said "It's like masturbation for the mind." I died. I'm not even sure how I'm here to write this right now because I'm dead. I'm dead from that quote. It killed me.

Sooo... I would write about more random crap, but I can't because it is almost 2 am and I need to get up at 6 because I have a super yucky AM gym class because regular gym didn't fit into my schedule! Wasn't senior year supposed to be relaxed or something? I don't like having AM classes three days a week and having class after school four days a week!! I want to sleep and be lazy!!! Oh well... I guess that part's for after I get into college. ;)

Anyway, it is actually 1:48 right now so I really should be going to sleep. I have a strange pain in my right eye, probably because I'm tired.

Crap. I just started to get hungry. And now I'm not gonna be able to sleep because I'm hungry. So I guess I'll sneak downstairs to grab some food, and then I'll go to sleep. Ok. At this point I'm just rambling. Probably because it's 2 in the morning.

Good night.

-Lauren