The Days March On...

So it was friday again yesterday, which was awesome.
That came around fast. There has already been two whole weeks back at school. Thats scary. Before you know it i'll have finished school and still be jobless, left with no money for me to start my world travels with. I was planning with a friend the other day where we could go, but I'm not really sure if he is being serious. I think he is, but his girlfriend would come along (which is all good, cause I'm friends with her too), but that could get a little awkward for me. So maybe I could just travel on the plane with them and do my own thing in the countries that we visit. Still, its sounding awkward huh?
But anyway, the countries would just be so amazing. Go to Japan first, and visit our friends there, then head up to Russia (I'll be a typical tourist and go to St. Petersburg). From there over to Europe, with England, Scottland, Italy (I'd love to go to Rome). Germany of course, where I could converse with some Germans in very simple Deutch. To Austria to Kopenkirk, the ski resort where my dad knows the owners - its now this huge enterprise, but when he went over there they were basically just starting out. Then - of course- to Ireland. I can't wait to go to Ireland. It looks so beautiful, the grass is always so green in the pictures.
So yesterday at school we had a thing called "U-Turn-The-Wheel". It was this thing run by our local rotary club to promote our driving awareness I suppose. We had all different workshops through the day. The NRMA spoke to us, including this woman whose daughter was killed in a car accident. It was just awful. And to have had to go through that experience, relaying it 5 times to different groups of people. No one should put themselves through that. We spoke to people from the Brain Injuries unit. The whole day was very confronting. The Highway Patrol spoke to us, and that was very good. But then they showed us a video of all these real car crashes, well more so the wreckages and that was awful too. I am already completely terrified of driving and was late to school that very morning because I was driving so slow in the rain. Then I had to drive around in the rain that afternoon after spending the day watching videos of the torn metal chasis of cars spread across the road. It wasn't fun.
So I had school band in the afternoon which was really fun. We still sound pretty bad but I always have heaps of fun with the people. My fellow little saxophonists are really awesome. They're in like year 7 and 8 but they are quite amusing.
Then I went over to my other band - the symphonic wind. It was very awesome too. We practice at a performing arts high school, and we normally play in their movement studio, but it was all set up for their musical which is happening next week, so we were in their hall instead. It is so amazing. Our school is pathetic, we basically don't have a hall - its a Gym, ready to accomodate the sporting teams that we never stop hearing about - our stage is portable, and is only put up like twice a year. Our movement studio is tiny and there is really only one student who knows how to run the lights properly. The hall at this school was awesome. They have a huge stage with seperate wings to the side, and enormous seating area already set up. There were 8 heaters and 8 reverse cycle air conditioners lining the walls. Thats not to mention the extensive lighting system set up near the front stage, then a massive wall at the back - my conductor informed me it cost about $12,000 - that is their huge control hub for all the lighting and sound systems. Then set up next to the stage is a huge grand piano, that connects up to the sound system, so it plays through the speakers. But I was then told they are selling it because its 'crap', and they are getting a new Steinway. A Steinway!!! For a school!!!
It got me thinking how amazing it would be to go to a performing arts school. I'd never really though about it before. Our school's music department is just disgraceful. We have two broken uprights and a room full of stingless guitars. We have one teacher (out of a grand total of two) who can actually teach. We have about a total of 25 music student in the senior years (that is combining the year 11 and 12 numbers). I could hardly imagine how incredible it would be to go to a school that has the amount of equipment that this school had, and that was just in the hall. In our break we go into one of the music rooms there and it has its own drumkit, a nice looking upright and a full sized electric keyboard. It would be like a whole school of people who love making music, and talented at it aswell. There would be no put downs for being in the band, and you would probably have heaps of friends who were all musicians too. Sigh.
But hey, I like my friends and I like my school, even if it is seriously disappointing when it comes to performing arts. I guess I just have to live with it.
So band was good in the hall there - the acoustics are sooo good. In our 'hall' the back wall just throws the sounds straight back at you. But then in the second half, Murray got all pissed of at us during this one song. He stopped at us to yell because we sounded crap saying "don't think you're too good for this song, because you're not, you can't even play it". I was like come on! He was sitting up the back playing the drums, so we didn't have a conductor, I was the only one in my section there so I had no one to cover for me, I was sight reading, it was 5 pages long and about a grade 5 piece at the least. But I suppose after that we kind of pulled ourselves together. Damn you Fiddler on the Roof. Its a stupid musical anyway.
So I should really be doing some school work. I really need to get some motivation happening here.
I'm annoyed because my english teacher suggested to our class that it might be good to go out and buy our own copy of the book we are going to be reading, which I think is ridiculous because my parents just paid the school my compulsorary $100 HSC book fee. What the hell was that for then??? So like hell I'm going to go out and buy it, then can give me a school copy. We're not made of money.
Well that seems to be enough for me. I've run out of things to say.
Until next time.