Well, I am not a happy camper. Yesterday my mom made me go to this homeschool thing where we celebrated 100 days of completed homeschooling, all the kids had to bring/do something to show what you've done in the past 100 days, well lets start here..... My mom new about this for a good 2 weeks, and only told me 15 hours in advance, so I had to think about something to do in that time period. i decided that I was going to play the piano (not to mention I have a severe case of stage fright). so I got there barely on time and I set up my piano in the corner of the room by the bathroom door. With my luck, I was the first person to do my little "show-and-tell", I started off by saying how my piano teacher was giving me nursery rhymes for aver 4 years, and how I taught myself everything else. so I played my songs and everybody was FLOORED, when I say floored I mean it, their mouth's were literally hanging open! Then they ask me to play another song, so I did. All this time, I was shaking and sweating with nerves. so my turn passed and about 15 minutes later, my friends little sister (who's five) went into the bathroom. Soon she came out, but when she came out, she whipped open the door, which sent my piano flying 2 feet forward, so to save what I love from being smashed, I lunged and caught it with the tips of my index and middle fingers. but the girl kept pushing on the door. my hand was wedged in between my piano and the stupid door. In the meantime the girl kept on pushing the door harder and harder until..... CRACK..... I then dropped my piano (and I wont lie, I almost cursed) let the girl out, and then picked it up again and brought it back to my corner. it was still only about half over, and I wasn't going to interrupt one of my other friends and take all the attention off of him and say
"umm, I think I broke my finger" so I sat in my little corner trying not to scream or cry, ( I wasn't going to cry because of the pain, but because I can't play my piano anymore) So I was standing in the corner biting my knuckle. and trying to be calm. When it was over, I walked over to my mom and said " I need to go" and she said " well why " I then said "I think I broke my hand". My friends mom walked over and said "are you OK, Your holding your hand a little weird?" I told her the story. I am kind of mad at the girls mom, only because this all could have been prevented if she would have just gone in to the bathroom with the 5 year old.
So, that's it, I broke my finger and I can't play piano for about 2 month's.
I'm so filled with joy ):
