Spurts

I have been growing progressively chunkier and chunkier over the past few months. Now I have been growing progressively thinner, and thinner, and taller. It all started with me sitting in the living room reading to my little (and may I mention adorable) little baby brother Sam (Bam). Anna came walking down the stairs takes a brief glance at me and says (censored by Anna). So I (censored by Anna), and she exclaimed, "Woah, you've gotten a lot thinner!"

Of course I tried to be totally casual with it, and as soon as she was gone I booked to the bathroom and took a look into the mirror. My face was a bit thinner. I went out to tell mom and walked right over poor, short Sam who was still holding the unfinished book he wanted me to read.

Yesterday I asked my mom to measure me because everyone looked shorter. So she measured me and it turns out of have grown one inch, in a month!

I am getting taller, thinner, stronger, chick-magnetier (JK), and... yeah I'm getting thinner.

Tryouts

A few days ago I tried out for jazz band (drums-set player) I practiced for about two hours for it that week, and I have no clue how much before. I thought I did awesome except for when I had to play the drum part of the song "Don't Get Around Much Anymore." When I played it I messed up about seven times.

The next day when I got to school I checked the tryout results, and....................................................................................................................................................................... .............................................................................................................................................................................. I didn't make it. Who gives an eighth of a (edited by my family).

But on Friday I tried out for Advanced percussion (I'm in beginners.) To get into advanced percussion, I had to play all 12 major scales (Mrs. Taylor my percussion teacher had me play 3 though.) Then I had to play a few lines of a song on the Marimba (kind of like a zlylaphone). I messed up... twice. After the Marimba, I had to play a few lines of a song on the snare drum. I messed a little bit more in that but I still did awesome. After I auditioned, Mrs. Taylor told me that I was one of the few people who played dynamics (loud, soft, or in-between).

Tomorrow I am going to find out if I made it into advanced percussion, please please please wish me luck.