Well that's a wrap.

I know what you're thinking. You expect this post to be a reflection on my tenth grade year. You are also thinking that "Clocktower Violinist must be really bored to be writing on his English blog on the last normal day of school". Either that or you don't think I'm really bored and are wondering what the real reason for my writing of this post is. Or you could be laughing at me now because you were not thinking about one or more of the things I just mentioned. Or you are not laughing and are pointing out that I was again incorrect in the last sentence because you weren't laughing. Or you could have been laughing and were just trying to pretend that you were not laughing since I wouldn't be able to tell. Or you are wondering how long Clocktower Violinist is going to continue trying fruitlessly to predict your every move. Or maybe you are not wondering about that, maybe you are now trying to "prove" your own psychic ability complete with unlimited "retries" if you get proven wrong the first 184,253,642,405 times. Perhaps you are wondering why I picked such a random number, or maybe commenting on the fact that 184,253,642,405 is such a random number. Or you are pondering whether all numbers are or aren't random anyway. And if you haven't before, now you have made note of my failure to predict one or more of your thoughts. Or perhaps not. Perhaps now you are wondering how long I'm going to continue doing this branching off from each sentence with a prediction. Even if you were not wondering that, I'll answer it: I'll stop in two sentences. It is possible that you may have skipped part of this paragraph because you didn't want to read through it all. Oh, that reminds me: IF you have read this paragraph from start to finish so far without skipping around, the scary thing about it is that (unless you know how this works and respond NOW) once you reach this point it's already too late to stop reading.

Technically I don't actually have to write this, with English 2 being over and done with now, but I have to stay at school for the next hour and a half and I have nothing to do. Well...I could go over to the music building and practice violin but I don't really feel like that either. Writing the paragraph above this one took me about thirty minutes...wow, time flies, it seemed like less. Anyways, the reason I'm writing this post is that I don't want my English 2 blog to come to a close with a post about genocide. It just seems like a really non-finishing way to finish so I'll finish with this post, which still has a long way to go I'm sorry to say. If my writing "voice" is sounding any different than in my previous posts it's because of English class being over for the year so I don't have to worry so much about my coherency, though I still like to type in readable english all the time. I never got the chance to do any writing this year on the "Seal and King" story that my brother and I created. Of course our stories about Seal Seal and King Norek have much coherency to put into an acceptable piece of english class writing, but I can always try. I'm rambling now aren't I?

I went on a long tangent, haha. I meant to reflect on my tenth grade year. So if I predicted correctly in sentence two paragraph one, then you were thinking right! I'm glad there was no formal reflection assigned for english class this year, so now that I am reflecting I can use whatever template I want. Or maybe not but we were never given a reflection assignment so perhaps the template would have said "write however you want" anyway. Obviously not, but if anyone was expecting a consise, organized reflection, that's my excuse for not providing. And now that's another fifteen minutes past. Oh shoot, I still have that overdue library book to return that was due nine days ago.

I always start year reflections with "While reflecting on my ____ year", so this time I won't. Sophomore year really wasn't too bad (except for the math test that I just got back today >_<), for me it rarely had the type of stress that freshman year did, though my opinion is definately different from anyone that was taking an AP course. I really think it went by too fast for comfort. I started this year having recently returned from the mainland and a music camp in Indiana. I seems just like an hour ago that I was walking from the cafeteria to the dorms with Mike and Nidhal when the latter suddenly said "Wait! Stop! Mike, close your eyes and hold out your hand." Mike did so and received a napkin. That might not make much sense to you, reader, but it was hilarious I assure you. But guess what, that was nearly eleven months ago. I've gone on another tangent...yay? Anyway, that's how fast the year went by for me...it scares me kind of...it's one of those blink once to change night into day sort of things...and that's another fifteen minutes past, and I still haven't actually started reflecting...maybe I'll not do a reflection, I grow weary of this. I still have twenty or so minutes though so I'll type some more random stuff about this year.

Well, I think my connection to music leads me to spend the next unspecified amount of time talking about this year in symphony orchestra. I think that this year's symph was better than last year's and I don't think that next year or the year after will ever hold a candle to it. Though many of my friends are from symph, I don't think that's the reason. We were just such a close group, and worked together spectacularly as a result, especially at the final concert. I realized there while playing the Beethoven Symphony #5 that it was the last thing we would be playing with all 4/4ths of us present. It's sad, I don't think the symphony will ever achieve the sort of musical quality that we got that night when I'm still at Punahou. I'm out of time to write now, so I'll finish with that thought...it was a great year.