Goals and Plans

My goals for the future is to not be in summer school next year. I'm tired of not having a full summer to myself. For the last 2 years i haven't had a whole summer to myself. I hate knowing that i have to get up 5 days a week to go sit in a class room for 2 hours and learn stuff i already know. I should really only be in summer school for one class, but on of my teachers was pretty messed up. Students always blame it on the teachers when it was really their fault, but this time it really wasn't my fault. I'm just glad that this is the last week. Only 2 more days and I'm out of here. After i get out i have a week to myself and then i have drum line camp for last 2 weeks of my "summer" before school starts. This exactly why one of my goals is to not be summer school

Highlight

The highlight of my life was when i asked a senior girl to homecoming and she said yes. Her reaction and just the look on her face was enough to keep me happy for a long time. She was the most excited I've ever seen her. Ill never forget taking pictures with everyone. Just knowing that i was going to homecoming with a girl i never would have imagined myself going with a year before. Ill never forget the slow dance at the end of homecoming. She's so small that she she couldn't reach over my shoulders so i just picked her up while we danced. Homecoming was a night ill probably never forget. At least for a while anyways.

Fairytail

Once upon a time there was a hawk who spent a whole summer with a dove. The hawk and the dove hadn't known each other that well before the summer, but they soon became closer than my fingers to this keyboard. The relationship between the two grew everyday they spent together. As the summer came to an end and the school year started they still maintained the solid relationship they had built. The hawk always took the dove to dances. They went to movies together, stayed at each others houses for hours at a time, went almost everywhere together. Towards the end of the year the dove was ready to graduate from school, and the hawk became really busy with school activities. They started to grow apart. They would occasionally see each other and hang out but not as much as before. Neither the hawk nor the dove ever asked why everything had changed. By graduation day nothing was the same, and all the hawk could think of is what he was doing at the time the previous year. He missed being around the dove and didn't know what to do about it. The next day the dove invited the hawk on a trip to a lake. Of course the hawk said yes. He was excited to see the dove. The day came to leave for the lake, some of the hawks friends had met up with him to fly there, but something was missing. The hawk didn't see the dove. His friends told him that the dove was sick but she would be coming the next day. The next day when the dove arrived things were different. She didn't seem as excited as she use to always be when they saw each other before. In fact she didn't even say hi to the hawk. Through the whole trip the hawk felt excluded in a way and at times just wanted to go home. The trip was finally over and they all made their way home. For the next 3 weeks the hawk and the dove didn't talk to each other until the hawk decided to say hi. Once the hawk said hi everything seemed to be OK. It wasn't the same as a year ago but it was better. Now the hawk and the dove are hanging out again and things are slowly but surely getting back to normal.

Best Medicine

I see music as kind of a way to escape whatevers going on. There are songs that can piss you off and there are songs that can make you happy. Music is like a medicine whether it be good or bad. I don't think theres one type of music that i don't like. There are types that i don't listen to as much as i do others, but i do listen to everything. My mom is always commenting on how diverse my iPod is and how she loves the fact that i love all types of music. I think a hand full of people don't appreciate music for what it is, but there are all the others that love it just as much as i do. The other day i watched Ray. Its a movie about Ray Charles Robinson and his life as a musician and how he works from the bottom to the top. Ray has been my favorite movie ever since it came out in 2004. Its probably the one movie that i could watch over and over again, and never get tired of it. Its musicians and groups like Ray Charles, Stevie Wonder, and The Temptations that have inspired me to take music as far as i have in the past 8 years.

Why cant people just ask?

Last night me and my two friends Christian and Nick were hanging out at my new house. We had just walked back form 9th street park it was about 10:30 pm. and we were kind of hungry. My moms friends had just made dinner so we ate, and I have to say that its actually really good. I was impressed. After we ate we decided to go outside and skate around in the street. None of us were aware that it was past curfew. So without the thought going through our minds we just skated up and down the street. About an hour later we were sitting on the curb around the corner from my house. I saw a cop drive past us on Military, and it seemed like he was just driving down the road. So me and Nick screamed "cop!" and ran trying to scare Christian, but we didn't realize that the cop was turning around to come talk to us. Us running made it look like we were up to no good. We knew we had to go back for Christan. We walked around the corner to see Christian being sat on the ground by the cop. When i walked up he told me and Nick to sit as well. We had to explain to the cop why we ran. We said that we didn't think he was going to turn around at the light to come into the complex. Thats when my mom walked around the corner and saved us all. She started talking about how she was the lady that the cops had to help get out of hand cuffs at her friends house, and how she had a lamp shade on her head. I wasn't embarrassed because its my mom and stuff like that is kind or normal for me to hear. The cop said "if you're going to run as a joke wait till you cant see the cop car anymore and wait until you're sure the cop isn't in the neighborhood for you." Then he paused and said "you know just don't run at all." No more waking up people that can get up to call the cops but cant walk outside to ask us to keep it down or go inside. Nicely of course.

What Makes Me Unique

There are so many things that make me uniquie, but one of the ones i like the most is the musician inside of me. I got my first drum set when i was 3 years old. Ever since then ive been playing the drums like its was all already in my mind when i was born. I joined band in 5th grade. Thats when i first learned to really read music. Ill never forget the feeling that i had when i actually understood what was going on. I remember coming home and being super excited to tell my dad i knew what an 8th note was. From there its was only up. In 8th grade my band director asked me to join the jazz band. I thought to myself that sounds like a lot of pressure. The next day i came to school early to practice with the jazz band. My freshmen year my family and i moved back to California. At first i wasnt going to do band because i was going to play football, but my councler told me that i couldnt do both and that i had to pick one or the other. The councler said that the band was actually in the student center practicing. So we walked over there. She popped her head into the doors and said that they might have a new member. When i walked in out of no where everyone started to clap for me. I made my way to the director, and the first words out of his mouth were "what do you play?" i said "percussion" and he said "okay well see what we can do."