March 8, 2012 Violin awards and preschool
There’s nothing like being in a terrible English class to temporarily kill my writing creativity. Apologies for not posting recently.
I got to miss class all day due to a violin award ceremony. I tied for 3rd place with 3 other kids, and thus had to sit through all their performances, as well as 3 vocalists, a french horn, and the 2 first place strings winners. It was the bomb. Not. Really, it would have been cool, except that half of them I’d heard before, and I hadn’t had enough sleep, and really I just wanted to take my money and get out of there!
No, it was very sweet. It was funded by the town’s music club, which consists of a bunch of old people, and they all donated money (10′s and 20′s!) to this big fat basket right after the performances. Which was cool. Someday I want to be rich (or at least, not dirt poor) and be able to give away my money to all the causes I like. Saving sea lions? Feeding starving children? Curing cancer? Fuck yes. Take all my money!
So anyway, all I had to do today was go to preschool. A little girl there today was like, “You’re in preschool? That’s silly.” I had to explain, no, I’m not in the class…I volunteer as a teacher. But I guess theoretically I could have been held back for oh, twelve years. That’s normal, right?
The best thing about preschoolers is that they think everything is either fascinating or hilarious. They’re just so goddamn excited about life. I have never seen anyone get so excited about an I Spy book, or concentrate so hard on writing their name that their little tongue sticks out. I want to put them in a box and make them stay young and joyful forever.