Checking In
Sorry, I don't have much to say. I'm on choir tour in Pergatory at the moment. It's been great, as always. I'm currently sitting in the living room of a couple of MBBC alumni, watching Bourne Supremacy, eating popcorn, and drinking root beer. We've discussed Christian schools, 'Natha teachers, and pastors' kids. Last night was with an elderly couple playing darts and eating pizza. It all started with a night playing chess with Mr. Haines and wrestling with our hosts' five and seven year old sons.
Those of you unfamiliar with choir tour will fail to recognize the pattern I just identified. Those of you who have been here are being flooded with recollections, mostly pleasant, of the phenomenon we know as choir tour. My Shakespeare book has been on my lap every day so far. I've barely started the reading. My three quizzes remain untouched in the test mistress's box of torments. I can't take them until I've read for them. Must I even mention the bag of books I brought along with the lofty intent of paper writing?
I am making new friendships, though, and developing those already begun. My newly-discovered cold is making my voice less than dependable, but the choir mom (see test mistress above) is helping out with her constant supply of cough drops. We've lost a purveyor and good friend to some sort of eye problem. We're hoping to pick him up again Sunday; until then, the less-voted for participant of Purveyor Idol will be fulfilling his duties. No injuries yet, despite our handstand training session before chapel today. And my Rosa Parks-style demonstration in opposition to segregation day didn't really accomplish much.
But other than that, nothing much is happening. I'll be looking forward to getting back to the excitement and variety school life affords.
Those of you unfamiliar with choir tour will fail to recognize the pattern I just identified. Those of you who have been here are being flooded with recollections, mostly pleasant, of the phenomenon we know as choir tour. My Shakespeare book has been on my lap every day so far. I've barely started the reading. My three quizzes remain untouched in the test mistress's box of torments. I can't take them until I've read for them. Must I even mention the bag of books I brought along with the lofty intent of paper writing?
I am making new friendships, though, and developing those already begun. My newly-discovered cold is making my voice less than dependable, but the choir mom (see test mistress above) is helping out with her constant supply of cough drops. We've lost a purveyor and good friend to some sort of eye problem. We're hoping to pick him up again Sunday; until then, the less-voted for participant of Purveyor Idol will be fulfilling his duties. No injuries yet, despite our handstand training session before chapel today. And my Rosa Parks-style demonstration in opposition to segregation day didn't really accomplish much.
But other than that, nothing much is happening. I'll be looking forward to getting back to the excitement and variety school life affords.
At 9:37 PM,
I am one of the ones that is totaly jeoulous of the fact that you are on tour. So many good memories come flooding back when I think about tour. Wow, I really wish i was there; sure beats MB duty :) Well, I hope you all survive the rest of the trip. I can't wait to hear stories! Hopefully you are feeling better.
Go Chambers,
Lyndsey :)
p.s. I really like your blog :)
At 8:44 PM,
YOU SPELLED PURGATORY WRONG. YOU ARE AN IDIOT OF THE FIRST DIMENSION.
At 8:55 PM,
Yes, I admit and crave pardon for my typographical error. My imperfections abound. Thanks for pointing one out. I shall attempt to write more perfectly in the future.
At 11:46 PM,
Wow. Choir mom I can take, but test mistress?!?!?! I sound wickedly cold! You didn't even mention the suckers, you belligerent lad. Tsk tsk.