Well, last night was our last ever full band concert with Mrs. Richards. Tuesday was Jazz Band's last concert. None of us are very happy with it, but it is what it is. Mrs. Richards is retiring, but someone is starting up a new Homeschool band. I probably won't be joining though due to my schedule.
I signed up for Running Start at Olympic College. I'm starting in the fall semester. I'm doing Pre-Calculus 1: Algebra, English and Composition 1, and American Sign Language 1. My friend Alexa signed up too, and wants to take the same subjects, so we're going to try to get into the same classes.
This summer, I'm teaching at Just for Kicks. Two tap classes and a jazz class, twice a week. I'll also be teaching the scholarship class over the summer. I'm really happy, because I get payed for all but the scholarship class. :D If I'm lucky, I'll be hired on as a teacher for the next dance year. I'll be dropping Progressions, but that's it. At the Running Start orientation, they said we might have to cut back on extra-curricular activities. Dad looked at me when they said that, and I told him, "Not gonna happen." I'll fit in homework with my dance schedule, not dance into my homework schedule.
And on the subject of teaching, the scholarship class Jonathan and I are teaching is going very well. They've had all their choreography known for a month, and have been working really hard on it. Costumes are all figured out, and now all we have to do is continue polishing (and get music cut). They are a great group of kids, and I can't wait to see them perform in the June recital.
I leave tonight for my Order of the Arrow Ordeal. I'll be sleeping under the stars, working on a service project all day tomorrow, meditating the whole time (no talking allowed), and will have very little food. All in all, it's looking to be a rough weekend. This made more so by the fact that Dad (for who know's what reason) said he would take Noah Adams. He said the Adams had a scheduling issue, so he would do it. Personally, I would have told them too bad. Granted, that's not very Boy Scouty of me, but I do not like that kid. He's a pain in my rear end. But, Dad picked up dried apricots to eat before-hand and on the road up. Dried apricots both give us REALLY bad gas. We'll tell Noah no talking allowed, keep the windows shut to keep the gas in, and blast rock and roll on the radio. That way it's an ordeal in and of itself for the both of us. Me because I don't like being anywhere close to him, and him because he gets to deal with me and dad farting and listening to rock and roll.
It's looking to be an interesting weekend.
