High School

So I have to say that high school is so much better than middle school. There are so much more freedoms. Seriously, like the first day I was eating lunch and I thought it was really really awesome to find out that you were allowed to eat outside--or pretty much anywhere. You don't have to stay in the cafeteria like a prisoner!! (What a little sophomore I am haha) There are much more fun and actually cool after school stuff. (like clubs, the musical, football games, dances etc.) The school has air conditioning!!! I don't even know how I survived Crescent with no air conditioning. No bus rides for me! I so super lucky to have a brother that can drive me to school! The teachers aren't as crazy, and they actually make sense most of the time. I've made some new friends. And...I am just enjoying high school

Last days of 9th grade

Last days of 9th grade!! It was a blast and I'm super excited for high school! (eek!) I have a bunch more pictures...but I'll upload them later...

The Joy and Stress of school ending

So school is pretty much almost over. I am both happy/exicted/relieved that it's almost over. But also kinda sad. I'll be leaving my small, crowded middle school and going into a big, crowded high school. I'll be able to drive soon, I'll turn 16 in a few months (like 6 months, it's creeping me out) I'm so excited for all of this, but the realization is kinda crazy.
However, the last days of school are SO fun. Like tomorrow I get to dissect a frog, I get to go to the zoo on a field trip, there's Lagoon day for us 9th graders, there's a seminary barbeque, and some other fun stuff. But on the down side, I have a Geometry test, quite a bit of essays to finish (and start) a solo in band, and a bunch of stuff that I really really don't want to do.

2009 Spring Ice Show

I have an ice skating performance with my syncronized skating team on Friday May 1 and Saturday May 2. The show time is at 6:30 pm for both, and tickets cost $2.00. Unless you want VIP tickets, which are $5.00. On May 2 there is skating after the show from 8:00-10:00, but you will need to pay the regular public session fee. It's going to be awesome!

On to festival!

All my practicing paid off! The concert went pretty well, and I think my solo was alright. And now we get to skip all school tomorrow to go to festival! I'm a little bit nervous because I was freaking out when I was performing for just parents, and now I'm performing for judges. eek. But I feel I'll do well.

Ah! Concert!

So in about an hour I have to leave for a concert. Ah! I'm extremely nervous. Mostly because I have a major solo in a song where only me and a couple of other people are playing at one point. It's really nerve racking. And upsetting for my stomach.
I'll post later to tell of the wonderful, or terribly horrible, news.

If I somehow got amnesia...

Yesterday and today, I was reading this series of books and it was about how this one girl lost her memory of everything of her past. She tries to find out who she is, who her family is, and anything she can about her past.
And I thought, what would happen if I lost my memory? So I decided that I would have this post be a reminder of my past if I had suddenly and mysteriously had a bad case of amnesia: (I'm doing this as if I'm talking to myself, so don't get all weirded out because I'm saying "you")
First of all, your name is Anne Marie Petersen. You really like the color purple, and you fell in love with this color because you had some high top converse that are a deep, rich purple; and you really like both.
Your family are my mom and dad: Sharon and David, your brothers: Stephen, Adam, Daniel, Christopher. your sisters: Kathy and Sophie. Sophie is adopted from Russia. Before that, you would always feel like someone was missing, something should be there. You could never figure out what the empty feeling was when you counted your family members and found everyone was there.
When you were little, you were a shy one. You hated when your mom would make you call someone to find information, or walk up to a salesperson to ask how much something was. Although you're grateful she did now, because now you consider myself a little bit more outgoing. Some people may think of you as random and weird, and you think it's okay, although you bite your lip in embarrassment sometimes. You've been told you're pretty nice, and you try to be in every situation, and you worry that you had offended someone somehow.
You like to write, and wish to write a book in the future someday. One job that you've considered as a "when-I-grow-up-I-want-to-be" job is a children's psychologist. Or maybe something to do with music. Music is a definite way you express yourself. You've found at times, that when you're listening to your iPod, it plays songs that might have to do with the situation you're dealing with at the moment. It may help, but sometimes just freaks you out. You play the oboe, piano, a smudgeon of guitar, and you taught yourself to play the ukulele a tiny bit. Sight reading on the piano come easy to you, and most of the time you can just flip open to a page of music and play it.
You have a pretty good memory (But I guess not now anymore, if you're reading this because of amnesia...) You've practically memorized The Princess Bride and movie quotes are common in conversations, even if you've only seen the movie once. (By the way, Uninvited is a stupid movie. If it's supposed to be scary, they did a poor job; because I was laughing the whole time.)
You're favorite TV shows are The Office, Heroes, Burn Notice, Psych, and Dr. Who is ok too.
Foolishly, as a child you said to yourself that you wanted to know everything. I guess you're still in the process of doing that...

The feeling of accomplishment is sweet

A year ago or two ago I started a story that I thought was so amazing. While I thought it was so amazing, I set a New Year's resolution to finish it. I forgot the resolution, got tired of the story and gave up, shoving it in my drawer to be forgotten.
Since it being the new year and all, I saw my resolutions. I dug up my notebooks filled with the story and started writing again. I was determined to finish it, even if it was the worst story I'd ever written. I stayed up late, bugged my friends and family about it, I chose to write rather than do my homework, I even developed a little callouse on my finger. But I was determined to finish.
And I did! And I'm so happy, even though I know that the plot is kinda screwy and the characters are confusing.
I finished!!!