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You Are a Warrior Soul |
 You're a strong person and sometimes seen as intimidating. You don't give up. You're committed and brave. Truly adventuresome, you are not afraid of going to battle. Extremely protective of loved ones, you root for the underdog. You are picky about details and rigorous in your methods. You also value honesty and fairness a great deal. You can be outspoken, intimidating, headstrong, and demanding. You're a hardliner who demands the best from themselves and others. Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul |
That's actually true, but I only show my Warrior side when I'm in command, barking orders during Yearbook sessions and such. Just ask Tom, since he called me "a slave driver!" I just replied, "Don't try and flatter me now, Mister! Get back to work!"
The past couple of days have been AWESOME! Yesterday, my angry Letter to the Editor appeared in the school newspaper (Woo!). Even though my articles may be banned from the newspaper for life... it was totally worth it (with all the kudos I received for doing it). BTW, for those of you who don't read The Eagle's Eye, I responded to an article that bashed the performers at Pep Rally, saying they were all "just a bunch of preppy people shaking their butts." I wasn't offended at first, but since they plastered a huge photo of Brittany directly under the comment, it really pissed me off. I felt bad for her 'cause she was like the scapegoat and she was deeply hurt by it. So I WROTE A LETTER in a BF COMBO (bitch-fit combo) since I was both angry and suffering from a migraine headache and nausea!
Last night was the Winter Concert and it was alright. The band kicked off the show but our first Marching number, "Just Roar," was a complete disaster due to some percussionists not watching the conductor. Tisk, Tisk. But I had a wonderful time watching the chorus perform (got to see my Autumn and my Heather) even though I spent most of my time watching Christy 'cause she was head-banging during every song. It was kinda cool-- she was rockin' out to that XMas music. (Megadeth! *JiMBO takes out his Britney Spears lighter and bangs his head*) Later in the evening, Mrs. D came up to me and asked me to present a gift to Mr. Harouff onstage, so I had to think of something to say with less than an hour to prepare. So she called me up there and was like, "And now James will talk about Mr. Harouff's teaching over the past marching season and present him with a special gift." *JiMBO's eyebrows go up* James is gonna do what? Anyway, I said a little something and presented him with a chocolate-y grand piano.
And today was totally neutrasweet--I got a 20 out of 15 on my ballad presentation (analyzing Carly Simon's "You're So Vain"); plus, I got to write the introduction for the yearbook (OH YEAH!). It sounds good even though I was given less than an hour to write it for the deadline. The only downside is that my story had to replace Jessica's, and she was obviously hurt when our adviser told her that her story made absolutely no sense (I mean, it was good, but slightly pretentious... she's more of a creative writer who uses lots of imagery and higher-level vocab) O well, I got to write a story so I'm just gonna sit back and enjoy it. WHOO!!
What did I learn today? Sometimes you think other people are just being stubborn or silly... until the shoe's on the other foot. When Jessica and I (as editors) asked Kristy to change her story for the Seniors Section, she got really huffy and said that everyone she'd asked liked it... (even though it was overly sentimental garbage that looked like a middle schooler wrote it). Jess and I laughed about it, and I don't even think Kristy took any of our suggestions. Today when Jess was told, by the teacher, that her story made no sense, she was very upset and walked out. But Jess never really lost her composure; instead, she continued to edit other pages while I wrote the story. Go on wit' your bad self, Jess.
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