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Upon some consideration today, I realized that I'm still kind of pissed about the whole shady professor thing. On top of all the wasted time and effort, the thing that I am hating the most is that I now have a sour association with that kind of music and dance. At this mbira party today, they were drumming and started doing one of the Ghanaian songs--the exact one we danced to in class--and I couldn't help but just feel angry at even hearing it. I hate that. Instead of having fun with some old and new friends making music at a party, I was sitting there remembering grumpy thoughts of shady old dudes and poor choices. I would like to hang out exclusively with people who are non-shady, or, at the very least, recovering shadesters.
In any case, tomorrow will tell, I suppose. I continue to be increasingly nervous for my meeting with Dr. Maultsby, especially the more the pager continues to ring, but I feel assured that all will go well, because I am confident that it is the right thing to do and I am confident that I am a strong enough person to do it.
In any case, tomorrow will tell, I suppose. I continue to be increasingly nervous for my meeting with Dr. Maultsby, especially the more the pager continues to ring, but I feel assured that all will go well, because I am confident that it is the right thing to do and I am confident that I am a strong enough person to do it.