My Grandmother's Services - last part

This happened last Thursday before Christmas, but I didn't have a chance to remember to send this to my blog until today.

Need to go see some cars???

So when the flying f*ck are people going to help me find a replacement vehicle? My older sister obviously went somewhere today and when I asked if she'd be able to take me somewhere to do some shopping, I got a summarily told No.

I need to get another bag of dog food because it seems Melody is just throwing up anything from the last half of the bag I have now, and I don't know why. I really need to get out and get some shopping done.

5th Grade Choir

For some reason while I was in Elementary school, I was pretty much pressured into (others would say I was merely "encouraged") trying out for school choir as an extra activity mainly because my older sister was in choir (I don't recall if she was in band, too, but stands to reason she was) and she enjoyed it. I don't know why, but I did. I forget which grade this started, but I know it ended by 5th grade. All the while I endured hell. I remember being made part of some PTA thingy in 4th grade if I remember right. At any reason, let me expound on the event that ended my involvement with school choir. Thankfully I was never encouraged to do anything like it ever again, not even band which as I reflect on it, I'm glad it turned out that way.

I don't remember what event it was for, but Mrs. Fugelberg (her married name at the time) decided to take a song from South Pacific and have the boys in the choir sing it, so the song then became "I'm going to wash that Girl right out of my hair." It wasn't enough just to have the boys sign it. She wanted them all to come to the edge of the stage, make hair washing motions, and then point somewhere for the next line after that first line.

I was horrified. Rehearsals were fine and dandy, but I did not sign up for this.

I was raised to respect your teachers, so I saw no alternative to not doing this. Mrs. F didn't give anyone the option to not doing it, at least right at the time this happened.

On the day this was to be performed, my stomach hurt with anxiety cramps. I don't remember anything else or what was rehearsed. Nobody really believed I was sick, but Mom let me stay home from school that day. Afterwards, Mrs. F had the nerve to chew me out over this - somehow Mom communicated how much "better" I was feeling by the end of the day. Well, duh. I got out of public humiliation over something I didn't want to do and had no other options.

Mrs. Fugelberg then tells me that if I didn't want to do something, I just had to say so! But at no time during this did she ask anyone if they didn't want to do it!!! Telling me afterwards is too late.

So for some reason, I was kicked out of 5th grade choir and I never was encouraged or pressured into anything like it ever again.

I hated school. When I was in 6th grade in town, I really disliked Mr. Swank (Junior High choir teacher) and his general attitude. He really disliked other people talking during his class, and would throw pieces of chalk at students who didn't listen while he spoke. That killed off all future consideration of choir, and the high school choir teacher I thought to be a flake.

Oh, what about Band? What if I just wanted to learn how to play an instrument and not have to deal with school concerts?

And something not exactly related, but in 3rd grade one kid invited the entire class to attend and I was the only one who didn't show up mainly because we didn't know where the kid lived nor how to find the place, in spite of my grandparents having lived in the area for some time. I remember getting flack because I was the only one who didn't show up. I didn't exactly like the kid, and as time went on, he became a real asshole anyway.