IT’S SNOWING!!!! REALLY SNOWING!!!

Yeah, it’s going to start raining after I go to sleep. But still! SNOW!! I have spun in it (before the choir concert, more on that later), LunaMom has started complaining about the snow, LunaDad has started complaining about the shoveling to be done, and the first snowball of the year has been thrown! (A direct hit to L.A. after the choir concert.)

Choir concert report!

O Sing Joyfully: Went well.

If Ye Love Me: Went well except for me forgetting that there are three “keep my commandments”es in the first cycle, so I sang “keep” instead of “if,” a full third above the right note. But neither LunaMom, LunaDad, J.Za. or L.A. noticed it from the audience, so hopefully the knowledge of my screwup is not too well known.

Hebrew Love Songs: Temuna was good except for me going sharp on the high A (still not over a cold, blah), Kala kalla went the best it ever did, as did Larov (two high As perfect!). During Eyze Sheleg I did the random “bongs” to the rhythm of Nightswimming, and Rakut went great.

Muie Rendera: I was scared for this one because in rehearsals we were ending one half step lower than when we started, and it happened during concert too. C.M. asked me “how many people in the audience do you think actually noticed,” and I said “anyone who knows the slightest bit about music.” Hopefully that’ll get fixed before MSU and Roxbury festivals.

Art Thou Troubled went fine, and so did We Need A Word, but M.N. started improving-leave the solo for the soloist! The audience can hear you!

Also a highlight was Seasons of Love, as sang by the Concert Chorale-or, rather, K.P. (Twilight-hating Concert Chorale member) and her reaction. Her face when M.N. stated that “the Concert Chorale begged to do this song” was a reminder that there are some sane (or wonderfully insane) freshman girls out there.

Hope the field trip tomorrow doesn’t get cancelled because of the weather, or I’m screwed. I’m missing a math quiz which I’m not ready for to go on the trip.

Love,

Luna

So, rewind to the beginning of the year. Guidance has raped my schedule, so I’m not in film or choir. I’m scrambling to get into Mixed Choir, because I like their music more. However, that will involve my language situation getting really messed up. MN, choir director, tells me, “Luna, why don’t you go into Women’s Ensemble instead? There’s no schedule conflict, it’s and Honors class, and you’d have the same opportunities as anyone in Mixed. You’re one of our strong singers, and we need that in Women’s. You’d be a valuable addition.” I take those words to heart, but manage to get into Mized and straighten out the language.

So now, it is time for Region Choir applications. MN tells us that Mixed will be the only choir allowed to try out for Regions, because “we are the best.” Excuse me? Didn’t he insist I’d have the same opportunities? Not being able to try out for Regions because my schedule got messed up would be a HUGE cause for me to be pissed. I’m pissed now because a lot of my friends are in Women’s and wanted to try out, and now they can’t.

Also, the freshmen can’t try out. I can understand that, but JZ is pissed because she and KZ, her sister, will never sing in the same choir. J. is graduating and K.’s dream was to sing in the same choir as her sister.

Did I mention MN is getting tenure next September?

*facepalms*

OUR FOOTBALL TEAM WON A GAME.

THE LAST GAME THEY WON HAPPENED WHEN THE CURRENT SENIORS WERE IN EIGHTH GRADE.

Granted, it was the Toilet Bowl (two worst teams in the state play against each other.)

But to give you an idea of how epic it was, it was 42-0 (or 48-0, can’t remember.) L.A. even cheered during the last cheer, and he NEVER cheers!

LET ME HEAR YOU GO! COLUMBIA! OHHHH! COLUMBIA! OHHHHHH!!!

I was going to blog about this tomorrow, but I think that this says it all. Almost.

http://larkinskye.deviantart.com/art/We-re-beautiful-103410068

My two cents: Just don’t boob tag the person you’re calling beautiful. It’s awkward.

It’s going around marching band faster than the Schnade. Certain people have been observed doing the dance in random locations, such as on the practice field, in the band room, in the hallways, and behind the drum major.

If I had gotten that photo of the behind the drum major incident without it being blurred, the caption would have been “Surprise Buttsecks.” Ah, marching band.

“Muie Rendera” is a song we sing in choir. It’s an arrangement of two Brazilian folk songs, “Muie Rendera” and “Lampeao.” Muie Rendera is the main soprano line, and the one I sing. I like the song because it’s not about Jesus with MN pretending it’s not, and it doesn’t incite racism controversy. And it’s pretty. Yeah.

Rough translation of Muie Rendera: “Hey, lacemaker woman! Hey, lacemaker woman! If you teach me how to weave, I will teach you how to flirt!”

Today, I got my cyborg brace relegated to “wear it whan you deem it necessary.” A ritual that my dad and I have for every hospital visit is that we visit a coffee shop near the Hospital for Special Surgery on York Avenue. (It’s a few blocks north of the HSS. I have forgotten the name but if I remember I will post it here!) It serves the best chai tea ever. If you’re in the area go. Anyway, Marcelo and Mari, the owners of the coffee shop, know me and my dad and gave me a free biscotti today. My dad and I usually talk to them, and they mentioned that they had immigrated from Brazil in 1982. I said “I’m doing a Brazilian folk song in choir, do you know this?” and started singing Muie Rendera. They immediately recognized it and started singing it.

For all I know, asking a Brazilian if they know Muie Rendera is like asking an American if they know Oh Susanna. But what I did learn today is: MN’s Portuguese sucks.

This is a lie!

This, however….is not.

Eric Whitacre. Five Hebrew Love Songs.

*cries with happiness*

During band camp, I met two freshman boys through a bit of randomness. One, M, was short, curly-haired, and he played the trombone. I only learned his name and nothing else. The other, L, was tall, curly-haired, and played the trombone. I learned his name too. The next day, the tall one was wearing a shirt that said "I fart in your general direction." As soon as I saw that, I spouted off "Your mother was a hamster…" and he immediately followed with the next line. Because the fact that I had returned to the real world  from CTY had not sank in yet (still hasn’t), I dashed forward and hugged him. He seemed okay with that, because he hugged me back. We started talking more for the rest of band camp, and into rehearsals.

Fast forward one month to this past Monday. I was trying to persuade L to get a facebook after rehearsal, but he was adamant that he would not be getting one now or in the foreseeable future. He mentioned that he had a DeviantArt, and I said "I have one of those!" I was about to ask him for the URL, but M asked, "So…are you two screwing each other yet?" I whacked M with my video camera, and after a bit of laughing about it, I all but forgot it had ever happened.

Today was the day of the first band competition. The rule for hanging out around the stadium is; you must always have a buddy or you will be forced to stay with a parent for the remainder of the competition. I intercepted L at the bus when everyone was putting their instruments away, and asked "Walk with me?" He walked and talked with me over half of the practice field when M caught up. M immediately got playfully shoved away by L, who didn’t knwo that multiple-person buddy groups could exist. I explained this quickly to L, who apologized, but the damage was done.

"You shoved me and not her? I think that says a lot," M said. L and I each gave M a dirty look. "I still think you two are screwing each other, or you will be," M continued. Both of us yelled "NO!" but M didn’t let up for the rest of the day, even after I had made the point that it would be a bad idea to shove a) a girl and b) someone who’s perpetually off balance. Short of avoiding L entirely, which I didn’t want to do because I like the guy, (with a lowercase l) there was nothing I could do.

I had told L about CTY previously, and I found out that if L wanted to, he could go next summer-he’d taken the SATs in 7th grade (like me) and scored higher than most seniors do (like me). I vowed to kidnap L and bring him to Lancaster next summer, because I thought he’d enjoy it immensely. However, that is beside the point. I realized today when I was talking to him on the bus that if I had met him in the Alcove instead of at band camp, I would probably be just as good, if not better, friends than I am with him now. But that is what we would be; friends. L is one of those quirky, nerdy people that aren’t afraid to be unabashedly themselves that I am so drawn to, but it’s not a romantic attraction in any way shape or form. It could take that shape, it has before, (see earlier post: Laundromat-also there were two others, one requited) but in most cases, that attraction manifests itself in the desire to be friends with these people.

M and a few other people teased me and L about a "band couple waiting to happen" for the rest of the day, and I couldn’t hug L when I left because I knew M would spout off again. This close type of friendship with L that I have experienced with other people, regardless of gender, at CTY, may be impossible in my high school setting. It makes me sad.

I randomly heard it at the end of fourth period physics coming from the Italian class down the hall and started singing quietly. A girl in the back of the class was doing the same thing, and knew all of the lyrics too.

I’ve never spoken to her and didn’t get to after class. I wonder if she learned the lyrics from the same tacky singing plastic moon that was on my aunt’s door until it broke.