Something Action - Packed

Hello again, dear readers. A little catching up for you.

In a galaxy far, far away, there was a high school band. This band featured a star flutist named Lern Dern.  Lern Dern was so magnificent, they had to chair everybody to see just how un-majestic they were in comparison. Anyhoo, it is chairing day, and Lern is there. Lern appears very nervous, with shaky hands and sweaty palms and everything.  The Evil Stand - In Band Director (our usual director had heart surgery. Dios mio.) cruelly calls on Lern Dern to play first, knowing she'd be too nervous to play anything comprehensible. However, all of this is a façade. Lern Dern has trained long and hard to become a fledi (flute Jedi) and is only using her nervousness to deceive Mr. Evil Stand-In Director into false confidence. He smiles, revealing his metallic brass teeth, and the blood of woodwind before Lern Dern. Bracing herself for a battle of epic proportions, Lern inhaled a low deep breath. Long silence stretched around the room, suffocating like a cobra. However, the dreaded Silence And General Awkwardness of chairing was no match for Lern Dern. Inaudibly pressing the keys,  Lern Dern's flute transformed into a glowing lightsaber. In one fluid motion, a perfectly tuned high note slices through the dreaded Silence And General Awkwardness of chairing.  Mr. Evil Stand- In Band Director cancelled. Suddenly, the flute part from the Star Spangled Banner emerges from behind the stand-in director.  Of course he had something up his sleeves too, thought Lern Dern. Normally, the flute part from the Start Spangled Banner would be a small inconvenience for a trained fledi, but battling it solo... Lern Dern had to ace this chairing.  Making a fierce face, she expertly controlled her emberachure, dining valuable blows into the monster. More angered than hurt, the beast roared louder than a plane engine. With quick slices from expert fingering, the behemoth was on its last legs. Realizing what she had to do, Lern threw her flute into the wiry teeth of the stand-in director.  She then desperately sprinted to safety with the surviving members of the flute section.  The beast, seeing the bright glow of the flute lightsaber, charged at the evil director,  finishing them both off in a spectacular explosion.

So the flutes chaired. I went first.  And I'm pretty sure I did pretty well.

Terribleness

So we meet again, dear readers. It's been some time, hasn't it? High school is a little bit more time-consuming than planned.

Pictured: my life expectancy.

Apologies for my extended absence. There's a couple things I'll talk about later that'll cover why, but I think you committed readers out there are due an apology nevertheless. I'm super uber sorry for being a doo-doo head and not posting in forever.

...lest you need reminding...

Here's a little insight into how I make a post: I can usually just sit at a computer for a few hours and knock out whatever's on my mind. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, this has had to change a little bit. I have to plan ahead (*wipes tears away*). This post had a draft. No, I'm not kidding. I sat on the couch with a notebook while Jeopardy was on, listened to some music, and planned what I am writing (typing?).

I'd like to thank my family...

Anyway, I have a burning need to share some stuff about high school with you. Particularly, terribleness There's a great big terribleness  all over high school that I keep on seeing everywhere.It's not really what you're probably thinking it is. All that bullcrap they feed to you about 'high school is whatever you want it to be' is sorta getting to me. I don't intend to sound judgemental or anything, but if you expect yourself to have a terrible 4 years, it pretty much happens like that. However, if you set high expectations for yourself, nobody is stopping you. High school is supposed to be big imposed soial hierarchy with your stereotypical jocks and cheerleaders at the top, and freaks n' geeks at the bottom, but it isn't. It's the first time since a while back where things are changing. People want to be outgoing. People are courageous, willing to branch out. But anyway. Back to terribleness (terocity?). People are shutting themselves down more too. It's bittersweet. That group of kids who look at high school like a bowl of cold mashed potatoes don't understand that this is very real. If you expect high school to be something, it will be. If you are terrible, you expect high school to be terribleness, and it will be. You have to believe that something, anything, great will happen.

Terrible worms blossom into terrible butterflies.

I've set some high expectations for high school, and I hope everyone else has too. Having an optimistic attitude is key to enjoying high school.  Heck, being positive is the only way to skate by sometimes. Having a good outlook is really the only way to have a pleasant 4 years.

Anyhoo, that's the first 'actually-drafted-and-proofread' post of Makin' A Blog. I would especially like feedback about this whole shebang, if you could. That's all.