Home of the Flying Sea Hawks

I'm so confused. Every morning of the week, I wake up at six thirty, leave for school at seven thirty-five, and start three hours of classes at eight. Except Tuesday. I have one class at eleven and one at one. It's lunchtime and I'm still waking up. How straaange.

In the meantime, I'm finally getting ahead of my work. I left my history project at home, so I have nothing to do during the gigantic gap between aural skills and festival choir. It's a weird feeling.

In other news, I checked the concert band seating list. Lookiedat, I made the band. Principal second trombone. ha. Yuss.