So.... Yesterday our band class got to go to the Midwest Clinic in Chicago. It wasn't that bad... Or as bad as I thought it would be. It was pretty funny actually. (:
So we got a bunch of free candy and looked at instruments and stuff. Blahhh. Then it was... LUNCHTIME. The food was really expensive.. Mr. Harrison (Our band teacher) gave us each a $10 bill to buy lunch. And guess what? I spent $9.98 on a stupid sandwich. But Mitch, being very un-Mitch-y gave me $3 I didn't even ask HIM for money to buy a drink (I just got an icky feeling, ha ha ha! ). So I was like, "SWEEEEET I GOTTA DRINK NOW!!!" and ran to get it. Thirst calls my friend. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. ;)
About five bites into my sandwich I realized I talked to the cashier when I got my food. It was a weird feeling at first and I stopped eating and stared at my sandwich and then I stared at Cassie and back at my sandwich. She laughed and so did I, but only because it seemed silly that I thought talking to the cashier was scary at first, but I did it anyways... That moment felt really good. (:
So we ate and then went to look around more, but our group somehow got split up. My arms hurt though from carrying a bag to haul all the free stuff around. Plus my grody clarinet and humongous coat and bag for extra clothes (We had to wear a TUXEDO!!!!).
More stuff happened but I can't type it all right now. :P I'll update y'all later. (:

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