Yesterday I had my guitar lesson at five. As usual, Neil and I had some interesting discussions. Of course, when I say discussions, I really mean him talking and me listening...an arrangement that's fine by me. Yesterday we were (he was) talking about that theory about the threads. Every particle is connected to every other particle through a certain number of threads. Something like that. I really like the idea. I've also heard an idea where sometimes some cells have more bonds to others than...er...others. Maybe if person A is very close to person B (maybe they're twins) their particles will be...connected...more than with the average dude's. I'm sure I'm getting something wrong here, but I like the idea anyway.
After that, I had supper at St-Viateur with mom, Dayı, and Duygu (my uncle and aunt). I then went to a piano lesson with Victoria Kasuto (that's not how you spell her first name) at...um...seventhirtiesh, I believe. I can't remember. She helped an awful lot. For one thing, one of the pieces I thought I was playing for the exam isn't actually on the list (!!! that's 14% gone automatically). I very much like the way she explains how you have to "sell your piece." She compares it to the merchants at a Turkish bazaar (she's from Istanbul, interestingly enough). You will gravitate toward the person whose wares seem the most interesting because that person is the best at selling them.
This morning as I was walking to school, a sparrow swooped low over a road and was hit by a passing car. Instead of screaming my lungs out at the unconcerned motorist, I flew across the road to where I saw the sparrow fall. Dazed and confused but probably unhurt, the bird made no attempt to fly away as I approached. I desperately wanted to pick him up, just like Kiwi. I hope the little guy is okay.
Which brings me back to Alaska last summer, and the boat's pet bird. Said bird was a Vancouverite by origin (or so we believe) who decided to stow away on the week-long voyage. Because it was summer, the climate was not too harsh for the bird to make a trip on the top deck. Every time we went to eat, I would bring some bread out to feed our little friend.
Anyway.
We started football in gym, and I actually managed to both throw a football properly and kick it, something I have never tried before. Better than this, however, was my music test. I played it sans fautes until the very last note, at which point I completely forgot what I was supposed to be doing, put the wrong fingers down, and squeaked like a frightened rodent.
Ms Purdy: "Good job, Anne."
According to Annie, I got 20 anyway.
Badminton. The first game might have be the worst one I ever played. Ugh. I don't want to talk about it, which is very good news for you guys. I wasn't playing my best the second game, and I made a lot of mistakes, but I won. Same girl I played my first game against. Yes, well I'd like to thank my friends and my parents and Ms Wright for supporting me, and especially for that golf-style applause there. (Shruthi is probably the reason I didn't suffer another miserable loss.) Congrats to Emily for winning her very first game. We're so proud! Sniff sniff....
On the way home, I sat on a park bench under the shade and wrote down whatever came into my mind. I must have looked pretty strange.
I'll see you all tomorrow.
You are my star.
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