Four more days to go...

I can't even check my email no more folks. I needs music! I'm listening to six13, but i only have three songs by them, and they're only so long. I can't blog wifout music. Luckily for us...

LAG BA'OMER IS ON SUNDAY!!!!!! MUSIC HOY!!!!

OOooooh yes. And you know what i'm gonna do to that piano in my classroom?..well...not much, cuz i can't even touch the cover without getting pounced on by the ultra-chassidish fifth graders screaming "I KEEP SECOND HALF SORRY YOU CAN'T PLAAAAAAY!!!" The whole 'but i take lessons and practice' argument was abandoned something like five hundred years ago when it was created, and the original rabanaan who made it were hounded by the rest of judiasim.

Some of my benefactors (whatevah the heck THAT means) wanted to know about my interview, which was with the prinicipals of the high school i'm going into. It happened today. Here's how it opened:

I was playing the TAM piano, which i was enjoying until I realized something. Their base C was broken. Not middle C, the base C one octave lower. IT DIDN'T PLAY! I was like: "How does u have piano with broken C, eh?" That's when the principal walked in.

"First test," she said, "Which key on our piano is broken?"
"The C," I blurted, "It's broken. How do you expect anyone to play it?"

She laughed and we went into her office, where the secular studies principal was waiting. She was pretty scary, I admit. She was hovering about an inch from my face the staring at me like some kind of transfixed bunny the whole interview (DONT ASK). So the opening question was:

"How would you describe yourself?"
what are you, my psychaitrist? (screw spelling, ima renegade)

I thought for a moment.
"Awesome, amazing, beautiful, and totally a genius."

When I repeated this to my class, (when i got back, they all wanted to hear the juicy details) they cracked up on the floor. (no joke)

"How did you say it with a straight face?" They asked. I shrugged. Anyways, back to the interview.

"Really?" Asked the english principal.
"Yuh," I said. Then I realized this was going on my permanent record. "Okay, not really, no, but I AM awesome."

So then we went onto the classes, schedule, uniforms, stuff like that. Also, I found this out- there's a 45 minute evrit class, 4 days a week. And they're walking 9th grade through dikdook from Hoveh to Nif'aal. That should help me, I think. And also, I told the hebrew principal about my dream to go to israel, and she was completely in favor. Howevs, when we left, she asked my mother about how fudge was doing. In the same tone you use to ask about one's small child who is recovering from some strange disease in the hospital. Yeah. When my mom told my bubbe about this, my wise old grandmother calmly responded;

"Yeah, she's a b***h"

Nice language, grandma! But then, I did have to survive living in a house with her and her sister for a week.


Craps, folks i just ran out of music. RUN!

-guana