Hmmm . . . did I spell that right? It looks kind of funny . . .
Oh well . . .
So, yeah, I'm a huge dork. I was up last night till 4:00 or so reading out of my Shakespeare book. I actually finished all the plays today's exam was over by 12:30 or so, but I had to read this irritatingly long introduction to the time period Shakespeare lived in, and the historical context of all the plays. I started reading, but it just got so boring and so long, that I stopped, around 4, about half-way through.
So, when my alarm went off for me to get up and go to Senior Sem, I was still exhausted, and realized I never had time to prepare for the debate anyway, so . . . I didn't go . . .
I know, I'm horrible, and I'm kicking myself for it. I really should have gone. I really could have used the experience in the debate, but I was just so TIRED. Hell, it was still difficult to get up to go take my Shakespeare exam. So yeah, I just feel really dumb and kind of an ass for not taking part in a debate. People in my class knew my stance, and knew I was supposed to debate the stance I didn't agree with, and now I'm going to look like a hypocritial bastard for not showing up and taking the easy way out.
Oh, and I attended the one-and-only GSA meeting I can possibly attend all year last night. We spent the entire hour making St. Patrick's Day cards. That's it. No discussion of issues, no planning future events, nothing. Just making cards for our community service project. So, once again, I wasn't able to contribute to the organization, and was relegated to grunt work the one time I could attend . . .
I found it interesting that the only people there were the officers, Nick, and myself. That was it. No one else. Is this how their meetings have been going? If so, then I think they would have realized by now that their meeting time sucks ass, especially since the number of people attending would have been cut in half had we rehearsal last night.
And the subject of the GSA retreat was brought up again. Mandy asked Nick and I why we couldn't go. Nick and I were all, " . . . but we TOLD you we could go . . ." To which Katie responded that she gave us the sheet, but we ignored her and never signed it . . .
Wow. That just blew me away. I remember Katie asking me if I could go, and I said "yes", and that was the extent of the conversation. She never presented me with anything to sign. If she had, I would have signed it. I mean, why wouldn't I have if it was right in front of me? Nick doesn't remember being presented with anything to sign either. I assumed that I would be able to sign up officially at last night's meeting, and that it was unofficially understood that I was going. I was so confused, and a little irritated, that they assumed I wasn't going.
So Mandy said that Nick and I could go with her to put up the campus-wide sign-up sheet. After all, Nick and I couldn't sign it before it was put up, because we never signed-up through the GSA, and it would be unfair if we got to sign the campus sign-up sheet before it was even posted . . . So, despite my minor gripe with that absurd logic, I figured it would be no big deal to just sign the sheet a little bit later.
But then, while making cards, Mandy and someone else got up and left the room. They never said anything, so I assumed they were going to the bathroom, or getting a drink of water. When they returned, I overheard that what they were actually doing was posting the campus sign-up sheet.
. . .
Thanks a-frelling-lot. You just told Nick and I that we could go with you to sign it, so that we could make sure we could go, and then you leave to post it without telling us what you're doing!? I mean, seriously, how absurd is that? With all their excuses and assumptions and sneakiness, I STRONGLY get the impression I'm not wanted there, and it pisses me the frell off.
I'm just so irritated by the whole situation. I don't know what to do. Am I really going to enjoy going to this retreat with these people? I'm starting to doubt it. If Nick goes, I'm sure I'll be fine, but if he doesn't, I'm probably going to be ignored, and ostricized like usual . . .
On a much brighter note, Kori worked with me on my little solo section in my duet with Molly. Parts of it have me jumping from a low-ish note to an extremely high note at the very edge of my range, and its difficult as hell, and hurts, and sounds like crap to me (everyone else has politely disagreed with me). Anyway, we played around with the notes to where I can actually NOT sound like dren. And we also worked out a way for me to hit the correct note towards the end (something I've always had trouble with), so now I'm feeling much more confident about my song, and my performance as a whole. Yay for not feeling like shit!
----- UGh, now blogger is being a piece of dren. This is about to be the 7th time I've tried to post this . . .
Eric 3/10/2005 03:43:00 PM
