Today was the most I've prayed in a long time, but I feel rotten about it. The last time I prayed this much was at the same time: pre-area. Last year all I wanted to do was get moved up a band. This year all I wanted to do was stay. I think I prayed in every period today, not to mention every time I was in that ready chair. But you know what, it's all worthless. I waste so much of my time on the stupid things like this that just don't matter. No one cares about this sort of thing. It's band. There are dying people the world over. Granted, my prayer one day during the moment of silence won't cure the AIDS problem in Madagascar, but if I took all the hours I've spent over the last 6 or 7 years of my life that I applied to band, and applied maybe just half of them to something worthwhile, like helping people, I think the world could probably be a better place. And my life could probably be a better one.