h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I am tired, exhausted, pooped, etc. (I cannot go on because my thesaurus is packed.) I have spent the last two days manning a garage sale and packing, between which I practice violin like a madman. I also squeeze in emotional rollercoaster rides when Pat says he'll call, and then doesn't call and doesn't call. What a cliche that last is! But this is only the beginning of a long, arduous summer. Tomorrow we move, Monday we clean, Tuesday we begin a week-long stint at Mark's house presumably helping him pack and clean, and then off to Dad's, and then to France, and then to Dad's, then Mark's, then Las Vegas, then Dad's, then it's gonna be played by ear until September when our house will finally be built. Talk about relaxing. It's gonna be a hell of a ride, and I for one am about to piss in my pants.

what grade are you? (violin)

What do you mean by grade? I have been playing for four years, if that means anything for you.

ah... In England we have grades, (done by the "royal associated board of music") from 1 to 8, after 8 you're considered to be pretty damn good and can start teaching for money. you're (by our standards) about grade 2 or three, depending on the skilll of you\your teacher

How terrifically interesting.