In which being a second soprano stinks and I get an A

Lisa was unhappy with me because she thought I was singing the first soprano part in choir today. It was sad. It's not my fault Mr. S. made me a second when first would have been more appropriate . . . Lisa told me I should ask him if I can be a first because I just can't do second. Hm, perhaps I will . . . I don't want to though because he probably is trying to stretch me and make me learn something, but it's . . . hard. And the rest of the seconds don't appreciate me being a second when I should be a first.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! This is the first Valentine's Day that I didn't absolutely hate. Maybe because Beth and Matthew and Laura aren't here. Laura liked to rub my face in Beth and Matthew's relationship and I still felt the rubbing after she was gone. This year I'm staying away from Sarah, and with Beth and Matthew not being here, it isn't so awkward to be single. And I got flowers and THREE Valentines, and that has NEVER happened before. :-)

Thanks to A.W., I got an A on my walking across the street writing assignment. He doesn't know about it, but yeah -- I got an A and a "this is wonderful." Eeee! And the one that I hated the most -- the "being in love" one -- was one that Dr. W. was the most excited about! Yay!

So, um . . . there was something else. Oh, we lost one and we won one last weekend. Then we have 4 home games (I am SO going to be there) and if we win at least one of them, we'll have another home game. We are SO going to win these games! Sadly, I can't go to next Friday's cuz I'm going to Sioux Falls that night, but I'll be at the others. I hope Shannon can go with me this week cuz both Nikki-K and Lisa-K can't . . . It's so sad . . .

Time. Have you ever thought about the passing of time? I never would have, except that almost every day, I look at my clock at exactly 5:10 p.m. It seems odd that 5:10 p.m. occurs so often. And once 5:10 p.m. has passed on any given day, that moment is forever gone. It seems so strange. The time that has passed can never be replaced. It can never be gotten back. The days seem so long, but then they're gone and another one comes. It seems as if we have a never-ending supply of days -- but each day, we become one day older. And as time passes, we come one day closer to the end of our lives and to the end of our influence in this world. We ought to live each day as if it was our last, in honor of the days that we won't live, that we won't be able to influence those around us and make the world a better place to be. Don't waste your time, because someday, you won't have any more left.
~MK