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Reading this blog has made people want to kill themselves, so if you are easily depressed, perhaps you should find something more uplifting to do, like watch a Holocaust documentary or read a Cormac McCarthy novel.

Friday, February 26, 2010

forty-two hours later

SO, obviously didn't make it back last night. Could have, but since I'd already written in the morning, I didn't feel the burning desire to jump right back in last night. Plus, you know, I had lots of important things to do. Please, don't ask me what they were.

My opening night as Bob went remarkably well. Crowd seemed to really enjoy it. As I say, never underestimate the power of a man on stage sporting a porn 'stache. Way nervous before going on stage - that hasn't happened in quite a while. But the adrenaline rush helped, as did the good reaction from the audience. Only went up on a couple of lines, and nothing too horrible. Gives me a little confidence going into tomorrow, which, strangely enough, is my closing night as Bob. Fun. Hope it goes as well.

This afternoon after school I came home to take a nap before the show, but couldn't seem to drop off. And then, once I did, my dreams were way whack. Somehow I was out visiting friends and when I returned home, my house had burned to the ground, leaving nothing but smoldering ruins. Without a beat, I went to my parent's house and crashed for the night. When I woke up, I told them the news, but they didn't believe me. And I was like, "Why else would I be sleeping on your couch?" So we walked over to where my house used to be so I could prove to them it had burned down. But somehow we didn't make it there - we ended up at my old neighbor's house and they invited us in. And when I got inside, a bunch of VC people were sitting around a large table and as I walked by, they all got up and left. I tried to say hi to a couple of them, but they averted their eyes and darted for the door, leaving me standing alone, wondering what just happened. And that's when my phone's alarm went off.

All right, all you armchair psychoanalysts. Have at it.

Don't you hate when you rant and rave about something, just because it doesn't go the way you hope it would, then realize it's not nearly as bad as you made it out to be and really, you simply need to get over yourself? Yeah, that happened to me this week. One of the joys of teaching sophomores is preparing them to take the beloved Ohio Graduation Test. Much of our curriculum is designed to help them succeed and Mason's done well with it. In years past, the culmination of this was proctoring the actual test in the spring. Well, this year they changed things up and for the first time since I started teaching, I'm not proctoring the test. Instead I was stuck doing the freshman activities, which basically means babysitting for three hours simply because they don't want to run buses to pick up only the freshmen. Really hacked me off. I mean, I'd invested all this time and now I wasn't going to get to see it through until the end. It's like being a basketball coach and getting them all the way to the state championship, but not being allowed to the final game. So I vented to some friends. Most kindly listened and tried to empathize, but I felt they didn't get it. Anyway, today we had our meeting to go over our responsibilities and while I was sitting there listening to the activities they had planned, I realized I wasn't angry because I wasn't going to be there to help my students take the test. I was angry because I liked having the time during proctoring to get stuff done and I wasn't going to have that this year. I mean, the activities should be right in my wheelhouse - it's exactly the same kind of stuff I used to do as a youth pastor. So this is me, apologizing for my bad attitude and actually looking forward to getting to hang out with students outside of class, which are some of my favorite times anyway.

Tomorrow is ArtWalk, which means I should have plenty to type about. Missed the one earlier this month, so this will be my chance to see the new photography exhibit that's there. Be good to be back in our "church" again. Could be only Rob and I again, though that's fine with me. Lots of good discussion to be had, no matter how many show up. Here's hoping the museum isn't overrun by rugrats like it's been the last couple of times. Have to make sure my iPod is charged up and ready to go, just in case.

Speaking of which, trying to decide what to use my eMusic credits on this month. Pretty sure I'll download the new Los Campesinos! and probably Turns Into Stone by The Stone Roses. They've also got a two CD greatest hits of Emmylou Harris for only 12 credits which I should pick up - amazingly enough, I think I only have a couple of the songs on the collection. Still worth it. Glad I splurged and bought the 50 extra credits last month - gives me a little more freedom. Love me some new music.

Lent is strange once again this year. The fasting part is going well (though I did get honked at on the way home the other day - must've been dosing off and fading into the other lane). But I find myself missing having a weekly gathering to go to. I love Thinplace and the chance I get to experience God there, but I miss the liturgy of a larger gathering. Might have to see about going back to Church of the Redeemer Sunday. Need to get my Eucharist on again.

OK, time to head to bed. ArtWalk isn't until 11:15, so I get to sleep in. Ahhhhh. Here's hoping I can actually do it and not wake up at 5AM as usual. Until tomorrow...
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