My Day #11

Today, in history, my group and I worked on an Industrial Revolution activity, in which we were to make a song, rap, or poem.

Two groups already did a rap, they pwned it. And although we had Starr (GUESS THE ETHNICITY!!!!?????) in our group, there was no way we could've pulled off a rap. So, we decided to do a cover of Viva La Vida.

I asked Steven to bring his keyboard so I can play the strings part of the melody and I asked Kamal to bring his violin. It was gon b pro.

But Kamal didn't bring his sheet music because he thought I would print out my sheet music that I had already memorized. So... we tried to download the sheet music on my iPhone. And, that was pretty much fail:

"What does that say? Oh, mmkay, an A. mmkay, scroll please. Damn, it needs to load again. Kay, it's done. I think that's an A flat. Just lemme scroll to the left a bit. GOD MOTHERFU-"

And that's when Kamal obliterated my iPhone. jk I have to put one of these in because my blog IS BORING.

But yeah, Steven wrote really great lyrics, but unfortunately, the rest of the group didn't have that much of a voice to sing them. So... when we played, I'm pretty sure we embarrassed more members of the audience than members of our group. Yeah. My teacher said, "It's the thought that counts!" and we got full credit.

WTH? Who gives credit to students who "think" the effort? I can just write down on my vocabulary homework, "hey i thot bout dis now gimme A"

Jay multiplied by the reciprocal of Kay, I love our history teacher (no creepy student-teacher relationship) and was glad to get that ten points.

Later that day in yearbook, Julia (other one) brought her cube puzzle that she made in engineering. I solved it in like 45 minutes two seconds. Pro.

I played tennis with Steven after school, and when good people came, I stopped to spend some quality time with his feminine DSLR.

:D