Okay, so I was going to blog on Thursday about something I'll tell you in a minute. I forgot to do it. So on Friday, I go, "Oh, I need to blog!" But then I realized I had Festival (I'll tell you about it in a minute) the next day, so I'd just wait until Festival was over with so I could blog about that too in the same post. So last night was the night I was supposed to blog. But, I was feeling too sick and tired to blog. So I didn't. And now, I'm not feeling quite as sick, and definitely not as tired, and I'd been putting it off, so I'm blogging today.
Thursday: First of all, I'd like to say it wasn't my fault. I'd like to say that, but it's not true. It was totally my fault.
I was in cooking class on March 17th, Saint Patrick's Day. I was feeling kind of tired, and just wanted to get the day over with. My group and I had just made scones and were putting them on parchment paper and then onto a baking sheet to go in the oven. One girl in my group helped me get the parchment paper on the baking sheet and I noted how the parchment paper was slipping around on the baking sheet. I went to go put the scones in the oven and as I reached down to put them in the parchment paper slipped off the baking sheet and right onto the burner with the scones on it. Luckily, the scones weren't all on the parchment paper when they hit the bottom of the oven.
As I said before, I was tired that day and not thinking all that clearly. I thought I'd reach down into the oven and just get the scones before they burned and all would be well. Luckily, there were two boys blocking my way to get the scones and I didn't just dive right down to pick up the scones. I tried to figure out a way to get around them for a second, when the parchment paper burst into flames. It was a good thing it did that then, and not a moment afterwards because if it had, the flames would have gone right in my face.
I started to call for my cooking teacher, but she was walking back to her desk. She didn't hear me. Then, everyone in my group and the group next to us saw and they called for our teacher too. At this point, I was pretty much panicking, worried that it was going to burn down the school. But she heard us, and came rushing over at the word "FIRE!" She put it out, and saved all but one scone. I remember standing there, unable to move the entire time. I was scared that she would say I could never cook again and would be sent to the dean's office or something. But, because she's a nice teacher, she just told me to hold onto the parchment paper next time. After that, I was a bit nervous around ovens and when the scones were done baking (in another oven of course, because ours was now a mess) I suggested that it was probably a bad idea for me to get them.
Friday: I barely even remember what happened on Friday. Isn't that sad. It has been out shadowed by the events on Thursday and yesterday.
Saturday: I had Festival. Festival is sort of a competition for piano, only you compete against yourself. It's a bit difficult to describe, and I guess that's the best I can do. So I'll just tell you what happened. Oh, and it's only for "young" people.
My mom and I went in this room at a college that I will not name. (To Skullgirl: If you really want to know, I'll tell you in school tomorrow.) In it was a piano and four other kids/teens with their parents. Two judges came in with schedules for everyone, after this lady who helped run it started freaking out about how no one had a schedule. This girl went first and played her song. The judges made her sit at the piano while they finished judging her and then let her play her second piece. Then it was my turn, which I was happy about because I wasn't going last like last year. So I played my first piece, and was so close to ending it without messing up at all, when I messed up. Luckily, it wasn't bad. I know that it wasn't bad because my mom, who listens to me play the song at least once every day, didn't notice. So, hopefully I didn't totally fail that song. And then, the next song that I thought I was totally going to fail, I didn't because of the way the piano was different from my piano. When I hit the keys, they reacted faster than my piano and I didn't have to push them down very hard. So I played that pretty well except for this one part that wasn't great, and I think I messed up at some point, but it didn't really matter that much. My mom and I then just sat through the rest of the people playing and then left.
After that, my sister and mom were baking cookies, so I wanted to make some too. Half of them went to my church's bake sale which is raising money for Japan. I made peanut butter chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. They were yummy.
After that, my mom and I went to pick up Girl Scout cookies at my friend's house. It was around 3:45 when we got out of their house. At their house, we had been talking about how this guy that goes to my church and is practically the best piano player in the world (I might be exaggerating a bit, but not by a whole lot) was playing in Festival too around 4:15. Suddenly, I had the brilliant idea to sneak in and watch him play. But we didn't know where he was playing, only that it was at a hall. There are a bajillion halls at the college, so we had to run home and get the program. We had to do it fast too, to get to the place in time. We weren't sure if they would close the doors once it was 4:15 or not, but we wanted to be in there by then. Time wouldn't have been a problem if we lived near my friend's house and the college, but unfortunately, my friend lives near the college and I do not. So my mom drove fast once I got the program. We practically ran into the hall. We were actually early, which was kind of funny. And the guy who was playing (he's sixteen) came in late. But we heard everyone play, and they were all amazing. But he was probably the best. Maybe that's a bit biased, because he was the only one I knew, but still, I think everyone else would agree with me.
And I had been feeling sick all day long. I had been coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose so much that it was hurting and after blowing my nose my ear would pop, and my throat hurt really badly. And, on top of that, I was tired. So I decided to leave blogging for tomorrow (which is today).
That was my past three days. Whoo.
Thursday: First of all, I'd like to say it wasn't my fault. I'd like to say that, but it's not true. It was totally my fault.
I was in cooking class on March 17th, Saint Patrick's Day. I was feeling kind of tired, and just wanted to get the day over with. My group and I had just made scones and were putting them on parchment paper and then onto a baking sheet to go in the oven. One girl in my group helped me get the parchment paper on the baking sheet and I noted how the parchment paper was slipping around on the baking sheet. I went to go put the scones in the oven and as I reached down to put them in the parchment paper slipped off the baking sheet and right onto the burner with the scones on it. Luckily, the scones weren't all on the parchment paper when they hit the bottom of the oven.
As I said before, I was tired that day and not thinking all that clearly. I thought I'd reach down into the oven and just get the scones before they burned and all would be well. Luckily, there were two boys blocking my way to get the scones and I didn't just dive right down to pick up the scones. I tried to figure out a way to get around them for a second, when the parchment paper burst into flames. It was a good thing it did that then, and not a moment afterwards because if it had, the flames would have gone right in my face.
I started to call for my cooking teacher, but she was walking back to her desk. She didn't hear me. Then, everyone in my group and the group next to us saw and they called for our teacher too. At this point, I was pretty much panicking, worried that it was going to burn down the school. But she heard us, and came rushing over at the word "FIRE!" She put it out, and saved all but one scone. I remember standing there, unable to move the entire time. I was scared that she would say I could never cook again and would be sent to the dean's office or something. But, because she's a nice teacher, she just told me to hold onto the parchment paper next time. After that, I was a bit nervous around ovens and when the scones were done baking (in another oven of course, because ours was now a mess) I suggested that it was probably a bad idea for me to get them.
Friday: I barely even remember what happened on Friday. Isn't that sad. It has been out shadowed by the events on Thursday and yesterday.
Saturday: I had Festival. Festival is sort of a competition for piano, only you compete against yourself. It's a bit difficult to describe, and I guess that's the best I can do. So I'll just tell you what happened. Oh, and it's only for "young" people.
My mom and I went in this room at a college that I will not name. (To Skullgirl: If you really want to know, I'll tell you in school tomorrow.) In it was a piano and four other kids/teens with their parents. Two judges came in with schedules for everyone, after this lady who helped run it started freaking out about how no one had a schedule. This girl went first and played her song. The judges made her sit at the piano while they finished judging her and then let her play her second piece. Then it was my turn, which I was happy about because I wasn't going last like last year. So I played my first piece, and was so close to ending it without messing up at all, when I messed up. Luckily, it wasn't bad. I know that it wasn't bad because my mom, who listens to me play the song at least once every day, didn't notice. So, hopefully I didn't totally fail that song. And then, the next song that I thought I was totally going to fail, I didn't because of the way the piano was different from my piano. When I hit the keys, they reacted faster than my piano and I didn't have to push them down very hard. So I played that pretty well except for this one part that wasn't great, and I think I messed up at some point, but it didn't really matter that much. My mom and I then just sat through the rest of the people playing and then left.
After that, my sister and mom were baking cookies, so I wanted to make some too. Half of them went to my church's bake sale which is raising money for Japan. I made peanut butter chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. They were yummy.
After that, my mom and I went to pick up Girl Scout cookies at my friend's house. It was around 3:45 when we got out of their house. At their house, we had been talking about how this guy that goes to my church and is practically the best piano player in the world (I might be exaggerating a bit, but not by a whole lot) was playing in Festival too around 4:15. Suddenly, I had the brilliant idea to sneak in and watch him play. But we didn't know where he was playing, only that it was at a hall. There are a bajillion halls at the college, so we had to run home and get the program. We had to do it fast too, to get to the place in time. We weren't sure if they would close the doors once it was 4:15 or not, but we wanted to be in there by then. Time wouldn't have been a problem if we lived near my friend's house and the college, but unfortunately, my friend lives near the college and I do not. So my mom drove fast once I got the program. We practically ran into the hall. We were actually early, which was kind of funny. And the guy who was playing (he's sixteen) came in late. But we heard everyone play, and they were all amazing. But he was probably the best. Maybe that's a bit biased, because he was the only one I knew, but still, I think everyone else would agree with me.
And I had been feeling sick all day long. I had been coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose so much that it was hurting and after blowing my nose my ear would pop, and my throat hurt really badly. And, on top of that, I was tired. So I decided to leave blogging for tomorrow (which is today).
That was my past three days. Whoo.
Is the festival called YMF? I've been in that one and you're pretty much competing against yourself
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