School went better than expected. My largest concern turned out to be a nonissue. My second-largest concern, aside from a slight issue getting started, was otherwise fine. The third-largest issue? At least one file on my flashdrive got corrupted--maybe more than one. The file which got corrupted was...
...My homework tracking my hours/week I work. An accountability sheet. You know. Something which tracks how much time I spend on what tasks on what days. This is a great thing to keep a record of and I do so as part of my homework and would probably do it if I was given the idea even if it wasn't something I got credit for doing.
...The problem is, when the file you're storing your information in goes corrupt...then your record is lost. Meaning. Hard to replace. I wrote it in the record so I wouldn't have to remember, you could say. I have yesterday's information because I have a separate sheet for the work I do in that class, which has overlap. So I got the info from there. (Well, most of it, anyway.) But Monday's work? Well I did it, but my record of doing it is gone.
It's an inconvenience, but I'm hoping I won't be punished for something which was quite literally out of my control.
Otherwise though: school was good. I did fine. I'm probably actually getting ahead of the class? It's hard to say. There's a few things I do need to get done, and those things will take a significant amount of time, but. I can do them. No issues. Well, there's one which I'm not 100% positive I did the right thing on. But for the most part I can do them. And if I can't, then they're things which I wasn't assigned for the most part.
I'll be double-checking my notes, my announcements, and what files I have access to in order to find what I am supposed to be doing for sure. But.
I think I'm ahead.
Dance on the other hand is incredibly frustrating.
My club is folding--disbanding.
This is technically not a sure thing. This is technically a democracy where we through the process of bureaucracy haven't made a call yet. However. That technically-a-democracy is like a banana republic democracy. It's a joke. The people who are supposed to have the power don't really have any power.
There are formalities for voting on folding which should be followed--first, it has to be nominated by someone who is eligible. It was not--someone who isn't really eligible nominated it but oh well they took it. Then, it has to be seconded by someone also eligible. It was not--someone who isn't really eligible seconded it.
Then, it has to be put to a vote. Again, only people who are eligible can vote. Half the people who are eligible (and who would vote against folding) weren't present for the vote (itself shady enough)...and yet. In spite of that. The people who were eligible to vote voting against disbanding the club still had majority.
Yet they acted, they pretended, as if that significant force resisting didn't exist.
So they kept talking about what they would be doing after the fold, after the disbanding of the club, as if it was a sure thing, as if the vote was clearly in favor of folding when it was rather the opposite.
Because once those individuals have made up their mind and made a decision.
The whole club is forced to follow it.
Even if the whole club voted opposite of those individuals.
It's a farce.
And my sister?
She came home and her words were "I don't want to talk about it".
She never says she doesn't want to talk about something.
In the rare instances she gets angry, she has no problem ranting and venting about it.
So her not wanting to?
That is something beyond upset. Beyond anger, beyond disappointment, beyond sadness. It's probably seething rage. I didn't get the chance to talk to her (we take two different cars now thanks to our schedule), but suffice to say I firmly feel we're probably of a similar mindset in this very-much-not-happy place.
This is not how the club should go out.
And I've been noticing the trend for months.
Not holding our dance.
Not going to a dance we promised we'd go to.
Not doing something we promised we would do.
All essentially as a result of the same people making the same decisions without talking to people until they had already made up their mind.
Rubbing salt in a wound.
Though, speaking of dancing: I should mention on here that I'm attending the annual Pacific Northwest Teen Square Dance Festival up in Canada this year, as I used to do every year. I have class early tomorrow, dancing late tonight, work early Friday, and I leave straight from work to the dance. Meaning, difficulty on getting an entry tomorrow, impossible to get an entry on Friday (unless I do so before midnight using hotel wifi), literally zero chance whatsoever on Saturday, and only a 50/50 chance of an entry on Sunday.
Soyeah, expect some brief radio silence from me.