Last night was a waste of time. Why, you ask? Well, I went to the church last night for a worship practice. That in itself wasn’t the waste, but rather what ended up happening. Basically, to sum it all up, we never really actually worshipped nor practiced. What mostly happened was that we played our instruments for a while, most of which was basically just fooling around, and then stuck parts of worship songs in there somewhere.
Julie insists that she was in a good mood when she got there. She didn’t stay like that for very long, however. Everything was all set up, and the microphones were working, yet no one was really interested in starting to practice. Basically, what ended up happening was that Julie would go ahead and play a song on the piano, but no one knew what she was playing, so we would just play along with her or just sit there or play something weird along with it. I can’t say that I was in a very good mood either, but I came in that way. I was actually over it for the most part by the time I got there, and was more just sombre than anything else, but I quickly saw how much of a waste of time this was going to be. Every once in a while, we would actually start to play a song, but then no one would start singing, so we would play through the chord progression about five or six times and then stop and try to start over. Why? I really have no idea.
Eventually, we played through a couple of songs. Julie was angry by this time, I was thinking about the numerous other things that I could have been doing at home, and Jordan and Kyle didn’t seem to want to be playing worship songs at all. So even when we did play the right songs together, it didn’t mean much. We finally went home at about 10:30 PM or so, and on the way home I tried for the life of me to figure out why we managed to accomplish absolutely nothing for a good two hours. Honestly, I still can’t find a reason. I think for the most part it was the fact that no one really wanted to be there at all anyways. We had just had a practice on Monday, and although we could likely use all the practice we could get, there was just no desire to practice any more than we already had.
That’s really what I’ve been finding more and more with these practices. We know most of the songs backwards and forwards, because we’ve gone through them all so many times, and yet we still get together and practice. I mean, if we know each other well enough to be able to play together, and if we know the songs, then why are we going to all these practices? More and more, the practices seem to be degenerating into just playing a random song, then sitting there doing nothing until someone decides to pick another song. The youth services work out great, because we practice beforehand and work out a songlist, etc., but at any other times we practice, it seems to degenerate into a mess. Perhaps it’s not the amount you practice, but rather the passion and energy with which you practice that causes improvement. I mean, we all know how to play our instruments, and we can all improve on those individually, but what is the point of practicing the same songs that we’ve been doing for months? I don’t get it. Then again, sometimes it seems to work fine, and other times it doesn’t. So who knows? I certainly don’t.
Anyways, I think I’ve exhausted everything I have to say. Somehow nothing of interest happened today. The only thing that I found shocking was in Data Management, when I found out I had the highest mark in the class. That in itself wasn’t shocking, but rather the fact that there are people failing the course right now. I mean, I’m sitting on a 92 right now, which is actually quite disappointing for me, since it’s pretty much the easiest course I’ve ever taken, but I can’t understand how people could be getting 40s and 50s in that class. It’s so simple, but most of the people there don’t even seem to take the time to try and understand what’s going on. Like, do they not want a good mark? I can understand perhaps not wanting to ask the dreaded Mrs. Pickett a question, since she seems to go on for about ten minutes about everything but the answer you want, but still – everything’s there in the textbook. They could at least re-read the section to try and understand it. Goodness knows we have enough time in a class to do that. For the past couple weeks, it has seemed to be a class for sitting practice for me. I sit there and listen to her talk, then do about thirty seconds of work with the whole three questions she gives us to practice, and then sit there for about half an hour staring at the wall. I can’t stand Data Management. The mere mention of its name is a form of Chinese torture in some obscure regions of the earth. Every time someone asks me about the class, a sigh mixed with a snicker and a sneer escapes from my lips. It’s the least exciting part of my day, and I cannot wait until it’s over. Data Management = a cruel, cruel lesson in patience. That’s all there is to it. But anyways, that’s it for today. I have something interesting to do, perhaps counting toenail clippings. Or perhaps not.