Since the track and field season began two weeks ago, my life has been in a constant blur of school, homework, sports, eat, sleep, and repeat. Besides that general summary, what have I exactly been up to?
One of the things that I have been doing is I've been listening to the choir songs that we are going to perform on YouTube. Let me tell you, unlike the previous choir years in my school's history under my teacher's guidance, mixed choir, which is the class that I'm in, is blending with its top choir to perform a set of songs-- all in foreign languages-- for a district wide competition and some that we are learning for fun.
There is a song that I really love that we just learned yesterday called Amavolovolo, a South African song that sang about the violence in this one city and now, is a song that many love to sing at parties. There is some body percussion that we are going to learn to do to this song, and I'm really excited. It's been on replay in my head!
Besides Amavolovolo, I've been listening to the Glee cover of I've Lived, originally by OneRepublic. I don't watch Glee, but I have always loved their covers.
In the night, an hour before I go to bed, I've been reading and writing tons. It is the only time that I have free time. I have just finished up the fourth Michael Vey book, The Hunt for Jade Dragon (which is the best so far in the series), and I have been preparing for Camp NaNoWriMo. I wrote down a piece writing based on one of the prompts Jess made. Here's an excerpt which I had shortened (hopefully you all aren't tired out from my writing posts on the weekends)!
He was nervous. This meeting was important to him. It had been five years since he had last seen her in person. During the duration of their seperation, he couldn't stop thinking about her-- her smile, her complexion, the way her nose scrunched whenever she giggled or was frustrated. Another day of separation would have brought him pain.Some days, I would also go out and take photos.
There was a tap on his shoulder. He turned, and there she was, the youthful sprite, giving a playful grin. Time, he thought, would not withstand her spirit. In a perky voice, she said, "Missed me?"