Penance
I think I must be paying penance for something. My class this year is quite a handful. One of the lovely ladies in the cafeteria today commented to me that i am too nice a person to have such a horrid class. Lol. (I have to laugh or I will cry)
then this evening at choir, I find out that our interim choir director will be the Brazilian that doesn't really k ow how to speak English all that well (who tried tonight to get us to breathe between Jesus and Christ in a piece of music, and who couldn't figure out how he wanted us to pronounce a word, but knew he didn't like how we were singing it) the man, quite frankly, frustrates me.
And then there's the arthritis.
So most of my days are filled with multiple frustrations. And I'm trying to look on the bright side. But today when he cafeteia lady made that comment to me, and then choir happened, it made me think that I must be paying penance for *something*
then this evening at choir, I find out that our interim choir director will be the Brazilian that doesn't really k ow how to speak English all that well (who tried tonight to get us to breathe between Jesus and Christ in a piece of music, and who couldn't figure out how he wanted us to pronounce a word, but knew he didn't like how we were singing it) the man, quite frankly, frustrates me.
And then there's the arthritis.
So most of my days are filled with multiple frustrations. And I'm trying to look on the bright side. But today when he cafeteia lady made that comment to me, and then choir happened, it made me think that I must be paying penance for *something*