What a day

Well, today will go down in the books, or maybe down the garbage disposal. It is indeed worthy of tearing to shreds.

My Unlimited scholarship has been cut for spring quarter because I didn't tell the program coordinator that I would be gone for the first three days of school spring quarter, and unbeknownst to me, two gigs were scheduled.

And after many grievous details I will spare you, dear reader, I left our meeting (in which the Lord kept me miraculously sane and rational) and burst into tears and profanity the moment I stepped out the door. It is amazing what that year working on boats did for my sailor's mouth.

In the meeting, it was Rachel :[, another lady, Bobby and I. And as I was basically being belittled and I don't know . . . disciplined, he just sat there. When it was his turn to add perspective, he just passively sighed and mentioned how he was angry when I had dinner with my family before Coffee House. LEFT FIELD!

But more than anger, I feel so utterly betrayed. I have given the last three years of my life to this stupid band and SPU! I have wasted away my fun college years, and all for nothing. I have worked myself to tears for an organization that screws people and a "leader" who is a complete wuss and betrayed me when he could have helped.

Long story short, Unlimited may be very limited, as in no longer, as in kaput. What a waste. What an awful, awful waste.