This one will actually stay with me for like FOREVER. It was....
This isn't my picture, but this is the piccolo that I have. We bought it used from a woman that had barely used it at all. It's quite a funny little thing: I can play it, but it's different (and yes, I've learned my lesson: NEVER play piccolo before flute in practice!) and... well... CUTE.
Point is, I'm not exactly an expert piccolo player, but I can manage because I'm an expert flute player (still need to find some good earplugs, though...).
Onto my actual birthday: it was on Wednesday, and it was quite fun. First my alarm wakes me up and the next second I have two little sisters dragging me to my parents' bedroom, me still half asleep. Everyone sings happy birthday. I get presents: 6 horse movies, a Black Caviar book, a Spanish book (a new one too!!), a mermaid, a puzzle book, and a pretty giant horse poster inside an extra glass frame (I'm still trying to find a way to hang it up). I'm looking forward to using all this stuff, especially the books!
But wait... it wasn't done. I ate breakfast and went to band, then direct to class (I promised my friend that I wouldn't make my usual stop at my locker after band and before class). Then, after class (and another singing of happy birthday) I walk to my locker, and there, on top of it, is a sign that says: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY M2A!! U ARE 13 NOW!!!!" It was pretty cool. It was awesome.
But wait... my friend wasn't finished with me! She hands me a WHOLE BAG and says "OPEN OUTSIDE!!!" We walk outside and I open: 2 erasers (a jack in a box and a red and green lion), a bracelet (from these little boys that my friend babysits), a whole chocolate bar, a bag of tummies, 2 mars bars, a horse calendar, a really cute card from my friend (let's call her Babushka from now on, ok?), and (best of all) one half of one of those best friend necklace things!
Anyways... BABUSHKA!!!! WHERE DID YOU GET ALL THESE THINGS!!??? THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!
Anyways, since I'm on the topic of birthday presents I'll mention Babushka's birthday: that was fun. I woke up ten minutes earlier did everything at full speed, ran to school, and then sat in front of her locker. I think:
"Ok M2A, you can do this."
(I breathe deeply)
(I open the locker)
"Oh. My. God. It's WORSE than I thought!!!!!"
(this isn't the exact locker, by the way, but that's pretty much what it looked like)
Anyways, I took out the two extra folders I had brought with me, took out the plastic pockets, took a deep breath, and started pulling out papers.
20 minutes later, a crowd of people stood around me, watching me put in the last straggling papers into plastic pockets. Then I took the books out (the ones that were still inside, anyway), organized them by subject, accepted presents to Babushka from others, put them all in, and closed the locker.
Two minutes later Babushka walks in, squeals in delight at my drawing of a hedgehog on her locker, and then opens it. She looks. She looks again. Then: "WOW. What HAPPENED??"
I have to admit it, organizing that locker was fun. I found all the things that my friend was missing: her Parvana book, her Ecology booklet, extra missing copies of brochures, pens, pencils, erasers, EVERYTHING.
Anyways, me and Babushka had lots of fun on her special day and she got enough chocolate to last her a long time... at least I hope it'll last her a long time.
Ok, before I finish this post, a few extra things:
-My birthday party is to-day... you'll either get a post to-morrow, or in a very long time, or just never.
-I'm going to Washington D.C. on Monday (that's why you might not get a new post in a while)
- My account of Babushka's locker cleaning/ birthday was a bit dramatic... hey, you never know when you can practice your writing skills! It actually came out okay! Ok, wait, I can't help myself: Checking my surroundings first, I unlocked the door and gasped with horror... inside the locker dwelt a dragon (wait, WHAT??), very much awake, and ready to strike like a viper. I gathered courage, then drew my blade and said "Thou hast gone too far!! Dragon, I bid thee, LEAVE!"
That curst dragon dareth not move from his vantage place, so I went into the room and said, more loudly "Dragon, be gone! Be gone from this terrible dungeon!"
He ignored my plea. This meant that I, noble knight, was to duel him (okay then...). So I dueled. Soon I won, and, like a proper conqueror, banished the foul creature from ever setting foot open this room. It left, and in its wake, left a handsome room, perfect in all respects. Well, that was quite a tale. Oh, the things my mind can conjure up on a dime.
Random picture:
This is what the dragon is thinking: "What is this curst knight saying?"
What was your piccolo made out of? All metal, composite or wood?
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