Guitar, Relationships, Guitar, Crazy Kids,. .
Aaaaookkay. So, quick update on high school relationships and such. I'm back with my ex (it's a long story, but we never really stopped liking each other, it sounds sappy, yadda yadda yadda, but there is reasoning behind it). Life is good. I like all my teachers but one. Ironically, it's the one teacher that I wouldn't have if I went to a public school, but I love it at my school so I'm fine. The ultimate slap-in-the-face in that class though is that I can hear the guitar class across the room playing while I'm in her class. And I can't take guitar until sophomore year. >< .
Also, after school, that very same room is open for all students, and I just go in their and jam with a bunch of other guys . . It's awesome. The teacher has a Mac, and he rides a bike to school, and is a total awesome hippie. Essentially, he got a degree in bioengineering, and was doing field work, but then he decided he wanted to be a jazz guitarist, so he went for it! And now he's our awesome music teacher. His arsenal includes:
- About 8 acoustic guitars, give or take.
- One geniune Les Paul ripoff. Yes, a geniune ripoff.
- A keyboard.
- Two Pianos.
- A Bass guitar.
- A drum set.
- Bongoes.
- Countless other instruments which I have yet to discover.
Thomas (the kid): Oh, but you're Nate's brother. That changes everything.
*starts playing*
Fairies. . Fairies coming from the sky. .
NAAATTTHHHAAANN ISSSS DDDEEEAAAAAADDD!!! *he's playing the whole time, awesomely well, actually*
Me: Haahaha
Him: Hey. . (to a friend that walked by). . Did you know Nate is dead?
Friend: I did not know that.
Him: NATE ISSSDDDEEEADDD!!!
That just cracked me up. Hehe.
I love high school.
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