where the men used to be ducks

::sigh::

i expected this workshop to be exhausting. i didn't really expect the emotional roller coaster part. i don't even know how i feel about it all anymore. i don't feel like going into a detailed account of yesterday, but here are some ( ups and downs )

the thing that frustrates me so is that these people who are there because they think singing is fun and want to be better at it are getting so much support and encouragement and attention. i would highly recommend this workshop for amateur singers. but they seem to think we in the advanced group have nerves of steel. not only that, but they don't do enough to work with us. G leaves us on our own so much that we have to wonder why we're paying them to give us a bunch of music that we're going to have to buy from them anyway. give us some fucking direction. i can take criticism, but i prefer that it be clear. i want to know what my 'vocal problems' are. and if they're paying any attention, it should clear that my nerves are killing me and maybe they could address that. or fucking anything. minus the uncalled for sarcasm.

yeah. so. i seem to have moved into an angry space. and i ought to go get dressed.