candyland | Reality strikes again... (Reply)

So, was sick yesterday. Yup, that makes twice in one year. Dammit, I'm not supposed to get sick more than once every three to five years!! At least, that's what it's always been in the past--and by "sick," I mean "far enough out of it that I'm willing to miss class." But nope, was out for a day last year, and I've been out twice this year.

And here's the ironic thing, as I think about it: every single time I've been sick since starting college, I've always started to feel kinda gross on Sunday, and then I'm up all Sunday night, and then Monday I either can't move, or am sleeping with my head against the wall in the bathroom stall in case of imminent explosion. And yes, I did that on Sunday night/very early Monday morning. Really, it was the only comfortable position I could find that wasn't setting my stomach off again: cross-legged on the floor with my arms on the toilet seat and my head on my arms. Yes, it sounds nasty, and truthfully it was, but dammit, it made my stomach stop doing loop-dee-loops. I wasn't going to look at it too closely.

So today, back in class. I kept thinking today was Monday *laugh* Got my Music History test back *doesn't laugh* I hates that class so very much...otherwise, things were relatively cool ('cept my stomach was doing backflips and I had a migraine for a good chunk of the day) until choir.

To save time, I'm going to simply copy and paste what I wrote in the Facebook group my school has, the one that's dedicated to just such occasions. This exact summary can also be found on my friend-slash-fellow conspirator Amanda's Xanga. Additional comments are in italics...

As I'm sure many of you [my fellow students here] have heard, Amanda P. and I got kicked out of choir today. FOR DOING WHAT WE WERE TOLD!! She said, "Altos, articulate the 'Amen' like this!" So we did, sort of jokingly, and she screeches, "That's right!" (For the record, that articulation was absolutely ridiculous. We were shouting, not singing. It's a freakin' Mozart piece, honestly...

Okay, so perhaps nearly dying laughing was going a wee bit overboard...but she whips around and tells us to leave, get out, please close the door behind us. We left the door open, for the record. (Really wasn't intentional, we just walked out into the hallway without looking back, realized it was open, and decided it wasn't worth getting kicked out for.)

It's not our fault attendance has been shitty as of late, so don't take it out on us. Neither of us feels too hot today (I was out sick yesterday), and we were there and working and trying to make this drudgery as enjoyable an experience as possible. Guess that's not allowed. (Apparently, a full five minutes later there were still people going "I can't believe she actually kicked them out!")

And now she has demanded a lengthy meeting with both of us, apparently to discuss our behavior. Supposedly, it needs to happen before we're in a rehearsal together again. Our two thoughts were as follows:

A) So, we'll go to rehearsal and you'll stay in your office?
B) Does this mean we're excused from Vistas, too? (Vistas is the chamber choir we're both in.)

Exciting times in choir. The worst part? I have Conducting with her tomorrow *headdesks* Ugh...when I'm a teacher, remind me to not take out my bad moods on my students. Either way, though, a good number of my fellow choir-goers have said that they're proud of me, or that PK really overreacted, or that I'm their hero, or that they think the whole thing is hilarious.

Have I mentioned that I love my fellow choir kids? 'Cause I do. I truly do. I'll let y'all know how it comes out. Until then, enjoy the new ficcage, and ciao!

Luvs,
~ Me ^_^

PS. I'm proud/nervous to announce that I made my first post on