Last day

Today is my last day of school. After today, it will be summer vacation. I will be free from the tiring work that is school. I can sleep in as late as I so desire. Do whatever I want in the morning, whenever. Best part of the year.

Thursday.

And once again we are on Thursday. The fourth day of the week. I have a cello lesson in the morning, and a swimming class in the evening. To be exact, my last swimming class. After that, I'll have another thing off of my schedule. Yay!

Survival.

I have survived my Japanese final yesterday. I did it just fine. I delivered my speech almost perfectly, and I did not once feel extremely confused during the written part of the final. All in all, go me!

Last Japanese

Today is my official last day of Japanese class. After today, my Tuesday evenings are free from Japanese. On the subject, Thursday is actually also my last swimming class, so I'm not going to have that after this week, either. And, after this week, I'll be done with school, so in the end, after Friday, I will be free!

Thursday.

Today is Thursday. Day of Thurs. I have swimming. That's about it. I have another week of school next week. I don't mind that.

Tuesday.

Yesterday I had an emergency orchestra rehearsal for a serious gig book music. The music is reeeeally boring and so was the emergency rehearsal. The most fun I had was laughing at the ridiculous level of ease that was playing the cello part of Ave Maria, which was solid whole notes.

Post-recital Monday

The last orchestra recital yesterday went well, I think. I did really well in the first of my two minuets, although in the second I started off flat and forgot the notes in about one beat, but got back on and covered it really well. My Mom only noticed because she had heard me practice it so much and it sounded weird to her, so that's a plus. Unfortunately, I didn't do the dynamics too well, so I didn't quite succeed in that area, but then again, I had only just started to try to add dynamics last Thursday, so I suppose I did what I could.

My quartet piece was not too long after. I tried to count, really, I did, but I still managed to get off somewhere. I got back on. It was kind of chaos. None of us weren't lost somewhere.

After that, I had my Senior Cello group performance. In that one, I was rushing a bit, but I always managed to get back on, so no harm done.

After the concert was over, as I (helping with my stage crew duties) was running over to bring one of the Camerata cellists her end pin anchor that she forgot, Mr. Gallegos (the Camerata conductor) stopped me and said,

"Ian, good job. The Bach sounded lovely and you did well during your chamber."

And offered to shake my hand. While I was shaking, I said,

"Thank you, sir."

And when we were done, I walked off and returned the anchor, feeling satisfied at a job well done. My parents said I said exactly the right thing. Go me!