Hi. Not much to say about the past week-or-thereabouts, but I would like to pass on a link:
Red Mountain Church B-Sides
Some pretty great worship-type music here, mostly to acoustic guitar and piano and things like that--a small group performs them, not a church choir. ...Even if you download no other song on the page, I implore you to download "Decide this Doubt for Me." You can find the lyrics linked from that page, too. That's the song I contributed to the prayer dinner we had at 12 Park this past Thursday (which was patterned after the prayer breakfasts I used to go to at Pearce!); since we had no instruments and therefore couldn't sing together, we shared prerecorded songs instead. That's not, however, why you should get the song; you should get it because it's gorgeous and true.
I know this message is fairly disconnected, but right now I am fairly braindead. I think this's a night where I should go to bed earlier than usual.
-Laurel
7.16.2007
7.09.2007
::laughs::
Add to the list of things that I apparently can't do without making a spectacle of myself: filling up water balloons. My face was dripping, my shirt was streaked, the floor was wet. Awesome.
Not that I probably need it, after that, but I'm off to shower.
-Laurel
Not that I probably need it, after that, but I'm off to shower.
-Laurel
Further Greetings from Summer Institutes
After about ten days off, we're running another week of camp. This time, one section is creative writing again (with Yanda teaching this one: McDonough's gone for good, probably starting his new job) and the other's swimming.
I'm sort of tired, but I don't really want to go to bed.
It's a nice night, warm and summery. We RAs sit in the halls during the first part of quiet hours to make sure everyone's settling in. We tend to read a lot. I lay on my stomach on the floor, my elbows on my pillow, reading Adam of the Road, one of the six Newberys I didn't get to before my thesis was written. I finished it a little before my duty ended for the night. It was good.
I really love that we girls are in The Brick. It's the one residence hall I admired but didn't get to live in while I was a student here. And now I get to live there after all. And it's spacious and pretty, just like it always seemed. We try not to move furniture; they've just redone the wood floors. They gleam under the dim overhead lights; they look slightly-wet in an inviting way when the sun shines on them.
The free days off were nice, but we didn't do much worth noting. Well, Jess and the twins and I saw Ratatouille, 'cause Jess had two free movie passes she had to use up that weekend (she kindly gave one to me, just for driving everybody); it was very cute and we all liked it. And she and Tom and Emily and I picked strawberries that weekend, too. I didn't get to make anything with mine: there wasn't space in the refrigerator for them, and we didn't expect them to mold and ferment in just two days out on the table, but they did. I took the three-dollar hit (that's all I'd paid for them) and threw them out.
It doesn't feel strange that I've been here for over a month, but it does feel strange that in less than a month I'll be gone.
-Laurel
I'm sort of tired, but I don't really want to go to bed.
It's a nice night, warm and summery. We RAs sit in the halls during the first part of quiet hours to make sure everyone's settling in. We tend to read a lot. I lay on my stomach on the floor, my elbows on my pillow, reading Adam of the Road, one of the six Newberys I didn't get to before my thesis was written. I finished it a little before my duty ended for the night. It was good.
I really love that we girls are in The Brick. It's the one residence hall I admired but didn't get to live in while I was a student here. And now I get to live there after all. And it's spacious and pretty, just like it always seemed. We try not to move furniture; they've just redone the wood floors. They gleam under the dim overhead lights; they look slightly-wet in an inviting way when the sun shines on them.
The free days off were nice, but we didn't do much worth noting. Well, Jess and the twins and I saw Ratatouille, 'cause Jess had two free movie passes she had to use up that weekend (she kindly gave one to me, just for driving everybody); it was very cute and we all liked it. And she and Tom and Emily and I picked strawberries that weekend, too. I didn't get to make anything with mine: there wasn't space in the refrigerator for them, and we didn't expect them to mold and ferment in just two days out on the table, but they did. I took the three-dollar hit (that's all I'd paid for them) and threw them out.
It doesn't feel strange that I've been here for over a month, but it does feel strange that in less than a month I'll be gone.
-Laurel