Thoughts...I Think.

Wow. November is almost over. Where has it gone? I just finished lesson 15 in Geometry...clearly I'm not doing overly well at that - though I've only had it about a month. And it would be so easy if only I had time! I kind of blame teaching a dance class for my apparent lack of time to do school work - but I also sleep in and have a terrible work ethic, so really dance class has nothing to do with it. Though it doesn't help to have a terrible start every Monday because I haven't taken the time over the weekend to be prepared. I really should go to bed before 11:30 every night, and then maybe I could get up before 8:30 and get some more of my school work done. Wow. I sound like a bum. This post is me talking myself into getting a move on it. I have life goals, and sleeping in is not one of them. Nor is setting the fire alarms off, although all of the fire alarms in the house (and we have 3 floors) went off, for no apparent reason whatsoever. Seriously? Those things are really shrill, and give pain to eardrums that I didn't know I had! Save it for the emergencies, which hopefully would never happen because that is a Terrible sound!

Speaking of teaching dance, I'm currently having trouble sitting down to try and figure out what I'm going to do for the recital. You'd think picking out songs and costumes would be fun! But no, I'm actually dreading it. I think it could be fun, but I worry so much about whether the kids will like it or not, and I don't want the costumes to be too expensive, and what do you put a kindergarten boy in when there are 10 little girls in the same class? You see how I get semi-depressed. I'm 16. Why am I costuming kids? Oh, right. I volunteered. I asked for this. Yep. I raised my hand and said "Yes, I'll teach a bunch of little kids how to plie-how hard can it be? I can do a triple pirouette without losing my balance, so clearly I'm qualified." Ha! I won't even bother explaining why that isn't true - it just isn't, and so there.

Tomorrow is my last day being 16. Yay! I'm really excited about being 17. I'll tell ya about my presents later. (when I know what they are :).) Maybe I'll actually get some this year! Last year, on my 16th birthday, I didn't get to open a single present. Yep. 16th birthday. You read that right. That birthday all the kids look forward to, because then they can get a car, or date, or something fantastic. What did I get? Free pancakes at IHOP. (international house of pancakes.) Granted, those were some amazing pancakes-chocolate chip pancakes, to be exact-with a pile of strawberries and heaped - and I do mean heaped (there were swirls and mountains) with whipped cream, and they were delish! And I had a lot of fun with my Mom and Sister. We went shopping, I think...but still. I didn't open any presents. Nothing about my life really changed, other than I could now start writing "16" as my age instead of "15". Woo. (Okay, the cool thing about that was now I was old enough to take my drivers license, and I was older sounding, and all that. Nothing to sneeze at, if ya know what I mean.) This year, I supposedly am getting presents. SO EXCITED! I love ripping paper open, not knowing what is contained within the rustling concoction of suspense...untying bows and revealing that wonderful surprise that has been carefully and lovingly prepared by someone special - just for me! (yep, I'm still 2).

And I am terrible at getting other people presents. Is there something wrong with this picture?