It's been rainy for the past couple days. You know what that means - bad hair days. My hair sucks, and it's getting too long, but I don't want to cut it. Everyone keeps telling me that long hair looks good on me, even Victor, the advocate of short hair cuts for girls. Miles says that every few girls can get away with short hair, and I'm assuming that he isn't including me in those few. I wish I could just get new hair. I want Asian hair! All thick and shiny and jet black...maybe I could shave my head and see if it'll grow back that way. Eh...maybe not.

Student teaching is...uneventful. Mr. Doemel is a good teacher, but he's not very organized. It's really interesting because he and his wife are kick-ass brass players, but they both teach orchestra, and both their programs are really good.

I'm actually in the orchestra room right now. It's the planning period, so don't worry...it's not like I'm slacking off.

Damnit, it's cold in here!