FATTO! FEITO! FINE!

I know you're longing to hear what I'm talking about, but hang on a second while I go get some food. I'm starving, as my bros say. Ugh, now the phone is ringing....


Okay, I'm back. What was I about to say? Oh yeah: HIGH SCHOOL IS OVER!!!!!! WOOOOOOT! Let me take a moment to savor the moment.


It feels weird to no longer say I'm home schooled. When people ask where I go to school, I can say a name, and it won't be followed by that little pause while the person rearranges how they think about me, which is usually followed by, "do you like it?"  


I know I will miss home schooling. Where else can you be your schedule your day any way you want to, changing it whenever you feel the need? Where else can you choose your courses without having to add the ones you won't need to graduate and don't like in the least? Where, I ask you? Thank God He gave me a career choice that suits me so well. Otherwise, I might be super depressed at the thought of college.


I have enough mood swings as it is. Last night I stayed up late talking through my troubles, which is a bad idea sometimes, because they're blown out of proportion in a teenager's mind at night. It lasted a long time. My poor parents. At least they know what's going on in my head now. 


Sometimes, all these changes just get to be a LITTLE TOO MUCH!


Still there? Sorry, that was loud. But thanks for letting me put that out there. I feel better now. That doesn't mean you don't have to pray for me, though! Here's the big decision I have to make: play viola, or not play viola. See, there's this thing called course overload, and if I choose to have both piano and viola as my primary instruments, it's going to cost more (time and money). I would be, in effect, double majoring, even though my actual major is music therapy. What to do, what to do? I'm not sure. At this point, after talking to my parents and viola teacher, I'm thinking I'll give it a try. What will be even better is if I get a good score on my AP psych, which will get me out of that class and free up practice time (and money! Don't forget that!). I just hope I'll be able to handle it all.


In other news, we got four chickens last Saturday. Yep, one for each of my siblings and one for me. Not that we'll be able to survive on just the eggs produced by four chickens, but the lady was selling them and we can get more later. Right now we're waiting for the rain to stop so we can build a coop and yard. They stink when you keep them inside. Bleck. 


MIcah is funny about it, and keeps saying how these chicks aren't going to survive, the cats will eat them, etc. Stephan gets really mad at him when he says that, but I think Micah is just preparing himself in case they don't make it. The chicken mortality rate is pretty high around here. The hawks must be in want of mice or something. That's why the chicks are in our basement for the time being. Ick!


I'm off now, to rid the world of meatless hamburgers. (e.g., I'm going to go play diner dash).


~me