DISASTER!

Ugh, I have the flu. This sucks. This totally sucks. Not only does this drastically reduce the likelihood of me trekking during Spring Break, but I'm pretty sure I know how I got it, too, and I have no one to blame but myself.

It all started in 7th grade. I wanted to be in the school band really badly, and the teacher, Mr. Jones (he might be dead now- I don't know) scrounged up a beat-up school clarinet for me to play since I couldn't afford one myself. I wound up being 6th chair out of like 20, and out of kindness he pushed me up to the advanced band for 8th grade. I then managed to get my own clarinet, practiced really hard, and managed to be usually 3rd or 4th chair out of 20 or so.

Long story short, I pulled it out for nostalgia's sake and started trying to belt something out. I hadn't played it since 8th grade. Musically, it was a disaster, but I didn't clean the reed or nothing before I stuck it in my mouth. I'm almost confident that's how I got sick. The past always finds a way to haunt you. So now I don't know what I'll be doing for my break. Maybe it's just a short-lived thing and will go away on its own, but that's being optimistic. For the meantime I'm shoved under 2 blankets with chills. Plus I should probably clean my keyboard.

And I got a 5 on the GRE writing! Yay! That's like almost 75th percentile, which should help my odds for grad school, thought I probably do have to retake the verbal.