Phono

The last week of my life has been amazing. Everything in it seemed to go right and awesome stuff just happened. Wednesday was the choir competition in Victoria. I somehow managed to miss 4 tests that day when I only have three classes this semester. I believe Wednesday was said exhalation. Arriving back at school on Thursday, I discover that the calculus test was for Friday so I didn't miss that. Thursday was, nonetheless, a day of work.

I wrote a Bi test on DNA and protein synthesis, on which I received a grade of 100%. w00t. I also finished my GED in good time. (not a huge accomplishment, just something random I did). I also wrote a small French quiz, but French 11 is somewhat of a joke class. For example, a project I did on a childhood keepsake went something like this: "When I had braces my orthodontist though it might give me happiness if he gave me a stuffed bear. I was not happy with the bear or with him. By the way, the bear was white, but now he is gray. He used to have a shirt, but he lost the shirt and is now naked. Sometimes the bear helps me with my homework." Yup. a big hoax.

That evening I found out that I won the Gordon Shrum Entrance Scholarship to SFU of which they only give out 40. WHISTLER GOT 4 FEET OF SNOW IN ONE WEEK. What is this?! It is April. What the devil is going on? I thought they were toast, but they made an amazing comeback, recovering from injury and scoring a quater of their entire seasons snowfall in one week at the end. Well I wasn't about to miss that, so I cleared my weekend. Thursday evening was the puzzle pieces falling together; turns out that I didn't need to wait until it didn't matter to me. Friday, I wrote my calculus test and my biology midterm (0nly took 32 min) which I felt quite good about.

Friday evening I was off. My dad got his van insured and I drove the sea to sky highway, much to my excitement. I slept 10 hours after practicing the beaten-up piano there for 1.5 hours. Saturday I had a sweet day of skiing with lots of sun and some soft, oh so beautiful, fluffy, snow. That evening I went to see State of Shock (much too cocky) and Finger Eleven in Whistler Village. Finger Eleven got the crowd going pretty good and there was a sweet mosh pit. I moshed to maybe three songs near the beginning and then moshed really hard to "First Time" and "Good Times". Ah good times. What a crazy day!

Sunday witnessed a heavy day of skiing. It started snowing near midday and fog enveloped parts of the mountain; hence, skiing was a little more difficult not being able to see, but I had some great runs. I was sore from moshing and skiing the day before and totally worn-out from a full day of skiing. Now I sit here ready to venture forth into another week where I find out what I got on that midterm.

P>S> Oh yah. I almost forgot. While at Whistler, I rummaged through my father and uncle's old record collection which happened to be stored up there. I found maybe 20 LP's worth taking home including Led Zeppelin II, III & IV. Ah, this is how it was made to be listened to. I also acquired other such favourites as the Beatles' Let it Be, Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, White Album and the Beatles 1967-1970. ahh vinyl. Incidentally, we have a new record player that my dad bought a couple years ago for some purpose that it never ended up serving.

Rock On!!!