"What we play is life."

Who the hell cares about gender roles in the Andes anyway? Not me. I care enough to write 5 pages about it. But 5 more pages? I really don't give a shit. I am not a crazy anthropologist. This is a 100-level class. I've written three 5 page papers, a 1-page lab review, and two 2-page movie reviews already. Why the hell does the final paper have to be 10-12 pages long? Let me repeat: this is a 100-level class. What the hell is wrong with my teacher?

Ugh.

Just 5 more pages, and I'm done with the entire semester. Just 5 more pages, and I won't have to worry about homework until the middle of August. Three and a half glorious months of absolutely no homework. Just 5 more pages.

I have until 5pm tomorrow. 18.5 hours in which to write 5 pages.

I hate Anthropology.

Well, I do. Today was the first day of the MPMEA festival, which Snohomish proudly hosted. Wind Ensemble played at 1 pm, to a mostly empty auditorium, and messed up several times on our pieces. The adjudicator who came and talked to us, however, gushed about how great we are and how he loved our performance. We placed second in our section of bands... we got from the three judges the following: 1, 1, 1-. Stanwood received: 1, 1, 1, and therefore barely beat us. All in all, a good turnout.

In other news, my transmission issue is near solving. It will in fact cost me 2500 to fix it. I have approximately 1200 in my bank account, and my parents are going to cash my bonds which are worth about 800. That's 2000... 500 short. I figure, if I can persuade my parents to lend me the 500, and I pay them back the second I get my next two checks, then I'll still technically pay for all of it without the hassle of them needing to drive me around and let me use their vehicles for the next month. Eh? Good plan? I think so.

I got a 6 on my in-class essay. That's the lower spectrum of what's considered passing on the AP test. Not bad. Especially since I knew I would do bad. My body paragraphs, FB said, contained the right ideas and were "very well written", but I didn't bring forward the main points of the essay as asked for in the prompt. He said that if I'd connected it a little better, it would have been a 7 or an 8. Yay me. Think harder next time, brain.

Today I got a letter from Who's Who... I've been nominated again, and this time if I accept the "great honor" of being published, I'll also get scholarship info. Awesome. A few days ago I got another letter from a different organization that also included a scholarship application. All in all my future is looking much better than it was a few weeks ago.

One sad thing that comes with going to college... my dogs have to go. My parents won't keep them, and I can hardly have them in a dorm room with me. I emailed my old neighbor in GF, Michelle. She owns Kirby, who is Kricket's erstwhile lover and Hermione's dad. She also owns Junior, Hermione's sibling. I emailed her to ask her if she or anyone she knew would be willing to take my puppies when I leave. She replied yesterday and, after expressing how proud she was of me for going off to college, said that she and her husband would take the dogs for a one week trial period and see how it goes. If it goes well, they'll take them at the end of summer.

After all the good things I've associated with college... no parents, no need for a car... the chance to better myself musically and get to know the professors there... the chance to make myself known in the honors college... taking my first psych class... after all the good stuff, it's kind of difficult to factor in giving away my puppies. They've been such a huge part of my life for the last six years, it's hard to grasp the concept of having to leave them. That's going to be the hardest part of my whole summer, I think. They won't understand why I'm leaving them, if they even understand that I am leaving.

Something too much of this. I've got at least four good months before I need to start worrying about it.