Today in Drama, we finished watching a movie called "Rebecca" by Alfred Hitchcock. It was quite well done, and I was enthralled. I highly recommend it.

Distressing news...well not really. In early 2006, marching band is going to Italy. (That's not the bad part.) My parents want to be chaperones. I'm not exactly thrilled.

I can understand why they want to go. I mean, we're talking about Italy and the prices are relatively inexpensive. Another factor is they want to keep an eye on me. That's the part I'm not too thrilled about. I mean, I'm not even close to a bad kid. Yet for some strange reason, both my parents expect me to do something horrid at any second. They don't trust me, and if they do then they are hiding it very well. Also, there are going to be chaperones even if they aren't going, so why worry?

Besides, if they really want to go to Italy, they can go for their 20th anniversary. Sure, it's in three years, but they can plan it out in the mean time.

Well, whatever happens, happens. So I better not stress over it. Even if they are chaperones, they can't keep their eyes on me all the time. They really do care for me. It's just sometimes I need space.