January 20th 2009- Part I

January 20th 2009
Dear Diary,

Dream diary? Yeah, no. If I have a note worthy dream, yes I’ll record it, but, as you can tell from the year long lapse in writing, I’m not consistent enough to use this only as a dream diary, so screw that.

Today is history. I doubt I’ll even have to write this—as I should remember it pretty darn well—but here it goes: Barack Obama has just been inaugurated the 44th President of the United States. You know, last year I was seriously considering moving to Canada (to the point where I was seeing just how old I would have to be to earn citizenship on my own), but Obama has given me hope, a new found hope and pride, in America that I’m willing to work with. I really feel like some republicans are just stupid though. How could you seriously miss Bush? He screwed up the whole country and its reputation! Not to mention the fact that they liked Palin. Yeah, there’s someone I want running my country. Good Lord. Oh well. I know, I believe, that Barack Obama can fix America. We were watching the inauguration ceremony in my AP Biology class—well, the classroom. It was during our lunch period, so it wasn’t technically during class, and once lunch ended we had to turn it off. We talked about it for the rest of the hour though, so I don’t really understand why. Anyway, we were watching the inauguration and my friend Kelly pointed out that the turtle in the tank beside the screen was watching as well. We all decided that we loved that patriotic turtle because he was a fan of Obama. I feel so happy right now. This feeling is so much different from the feeling four years ago following the Bush-Kerry election. At that point I went to a Catholic school, and not that I think all Catholics are republicans (hello, look at me), but a lot of my classmates certainly were. And they simply would not let it die that Bush had been elected. But that doesn’t matter now. Today is history; the day after Martin Luther King Jr. Day. Tomorrow has come.

About “Tomorrow has come,” that’s actually in reference to the song “Tomorrow” from Annie. The musical this year is Annie, and I’m in the pit playing the clarinet, tenor saxophone and possibly bass clarinet. I was in the pit last year as well. That was the first year I was in it. I had wanted to be in it freshman and sophomore year, and sophomore year I almost got in… But I didn’t. It was really my fault that I didn’t get in; Mr. E. tried relatively hard to get me a spot. Either way, it resulted in my playing the alto saxophone (in a sad attempt to get myself a spot on something other than a keyboard version of the banjo), which resulted in my joining the jazz band, which resulted in my learning the tenor saxophone, which resulted in my getting a spot in the pit junior year. So it was all for the best in the end, I suppose. I am greatly looking forward to Annie, and though it wouldn’t necessarily be my first musical choice (West Side Story all the way), I’m sure it will be very, very fun.