Student Entry #1

From Abigail, an eighth grade clarinetist:

It was April 4, 2006. I was laying near death on the couch in my living room being sick with the stomach flu. I hadn’t gotten off my couch for the past 24 hours. I was watching some stupid show when I heard a loud knock on the door. Knowing I looked absolutely awful I ran to the bathroom to hide while I yelled at my dad to open the door. It was my friend/fellow symphonic band member/neighbor, Rachael, coming to drop off homework.

After a couple of minutes my dad yelled, “Hey Abby! You made Midwest.”

“What??????????” I asked, figuring I was having a sickness related hallucination.

“You made Midwest,” he said again.

“OH MY GOSH!” I yelled.

“What does that mean?” my dad asked, confused about Midwest. He thought that Midwest was the State contest we get invited to every year after District contest.

I explained what Midwest was to him and he (finally understanding) congratulated me. I then called my mom to tell her. Finally I went back to the couch.

About an hour later another friend called me.

“Hi Abby…It’s Nicole, has anyone called you?”

“Ummmmmmm no…” I answered confused and then realizing she was talking about Midwest, but deciding to let her have her fun telling me we made it.

“We, We, We,” she stammered for dramatic affect. “MADE MIDWEST!!”

“Yeah,” I said.

“What? I thought you would be excited!”

“I am!” I told her, “But Rachael already told me we made it.”

“But I asked if anyone called.”

“Yeah I know, but Rachael came over and knocked on my door…she didn’t call.”

“Same difference…everyone was crying.”

“I’m so happy,” I said in a dead tone.

“Okay well bye.”

“Bye.”

After talking to Nicole on the phone I laid back down on the couch. I felt better already, just because of the fabulous news. I couldn’t wait to go to school the next day.

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