So my first term started last Friday. First off, let me explain the situation: Exams for third term wre Wednesday and Thursday, we had the first day of the new term Friday, and now we have Spring Break until Monday. So naturally, half the school skipped on Friday.
I, unfortunately, was not one of those people.
My first hour, choir, didn’t change. Except we got a new song. And it’s totally strange. To start, it’s named “Las Amarillas.” The Yellows? Here are the lyrics. The song’s originally in Spanish, but this is a translation:
The yellow larks fly from their cactuses
No longer will the cardinals sing happily
The trees on the hillside, since they haven’t revived
For this the larks sing, or the nest hold them down
You are little and beautiful, and the way you are, I love you
You look like a little rose from the shores of Guerrero
with your na-na-na
My father was a sparrowhawk and I was born to peck and peck
Where I place my beak, I’m like a trumpeter
Everyone has their farewells, but none
is like this one.
Four times five is twenty,
three times seven is twenty-one.
Yeah, you read that right. Multiplication! The last verse is multiplication tables!! Oh, I don’t understand, either. And you know how directors sometimes have notes along with the song to tell you how each bit is meant to be sung? Continue reading