The Sticks are boring.

Well, I flew down to TN looking for adventure and excitement (not really, my teacher just made me go). TN is not the place to find it, let me tell you. There are some redeeming qualities though, including finding a labyrinth in the woods and looking through telescopes at the observatory. I want to become Episcopalian too. The center of campus is a huge and gorgeous Episcopalian chapel*. It brings tears to my eyes it's so beautiful (notice the correct usage of "it's"). It fills me with reverence and love for God. Icons do kind of grow on you. It also makes my classics major worthwhile, because I can read all the Latin that is everywhere. Thankyou Prose Comp. "Ecce quam bonum" (A favorite slogan for the dead around here).

What I have also realized is that since I did not go to Yale there must be something wrong with me. At least, that's what the Yale clique seems to think.

Anyways, I have to play tomorrow. Today while practicing, I was having a hard time adjusting to the carillon here, and so butchered the piece directly in front of the composer. He met me outside the tower and I will never live down the mortification.






*I know that when Dad brought me to the E. church last year, I flipped out, but that was a year ago. I can really see that the E. 's have something now.