Two weeks ago, Paul, one of our band members, became suddenly and extremely morally opposed to a David Bazan song we were planning on playing the 28th. We picked the song as a consensus between agnosticism and Christianity, (both other members of our group are Christian and David Bazan and I are agnostic,) but the song deals with Christian themes in what I think is a respectful way. I thought we had agreed that we were ideologically alined enough to play it, but then suddenly he was blowing up in the practice room about how it made a mockery of original sin and he wouldn't stand for it. He then very passive-aggressively avoided practicing or playing with us for two weeks, and just yesterday decided that he did indeed want to play on the 28th, just as Ericka decided that she was too introverted to play. at the same time, Linda candidly told me that she didn't want to sing, eliminating two of the not-yet practiced songs from our set.
I would throw in the towel for this performance but, 1) it's kind of a big deal that we get to play at Sapolel, and 2) I had to change my Seattle flight from Friday to Saturday and did so to keep the gig. All this band drama is so typical that it makes me sick to my stomach.
Yesterday I lost my keys. I wouldn't be so angry about it but I lost them in a stupid way, (taking them out of my pocket so I could lay on the floor comfortably while playing a board game.) I searched and searched and searched, all over, searched for the entire length of a two-disk Bersuit Vergarabat album and didn't find them. I was only 20 minutes late to my meeting, but the thought of arriving to locked apartment that I couldn't open made my day terrible.
I found out today that Monday was my last day in Tricities. I didn't say goodbye to anyone because I thought I was going two mondays from now. I wonder if they're even thankful for the crapload of work I feel like I've done for them: the hours of lesson preparation, the patient enduring of terrible public transportation in the middle of winter time... I wonder if I'm just making a martyr of myself; maybe everyone works hard...
Here in Walla walla, I keep expecting the school district to say something like "well, the year's almost over, good job," or even "don't do anything else for us," but everyone just keeps behaving as if I and the students will be here indefinitely. I really don't understand this behavior as we only have two more weeks and it seems like we should be putting an exit plan in place. Maybe no one cares...
Soon I will be in Seattle. I haven't had time to think about that much, but I'm sure it will hit me soon.