I sit here, writing this by the light of a single candle...HAH! nope.
I know that you are probably flabbergasted that a blog entry is coming to you on a Wednesday night when it has become the norm to encounter my posts on Sundays, however I'm sure you'll manage this anomaly. My life has been incredibly crazy recently, and I'm just now finding some down time to get back to blogging (mostly because I have a presentation tomorrow and I lack the will and determination to prepare for it).
I'll start with this weekend, or rather last week. Miserable. That's pretty much the best word I can think of to describe it. I had the privilege of getting to be in the pit for a community theatre's production of Les Miserables, which took place over this past weekend (hence the lack of time). What a pit it was. Marvelous, stupendous, a wee bit pathetic. All valid adjectives for our group. Because a certain violist from Tejas wimped out on me last minute, I was stuck with only a single high-school violinist as my sole friend and partner in the string section. And given the volume at which he played, I was pretty much on my own (see what I did there?). Don't worry, I played plenty loud for the both of us, even if I most likely shouldn't have (#cantplaycello...). However, I won't say another bad word about the pit, because in actuality we were quite incredible for having rehearsed a whopping two times before the show opened. [Funny sidebar: the first time we ran through the show completely was opening night; our last dress rehearsal was a bit rocky because we spent two out of the three hours watching the less than competent lighting workers struggle to understand the lighting cues for the second act. Amateurs.] The shows were smashingly successful! Travel to and from the shows, on the other hand, was another matter....Massachusetts roads are really unmatched in their complete lack of forethought. If you've ever driven in Bean Town you know what I mean. Aside from getting valuable pit experience, improving on my already existing cello calluses (yes, that's a thing), and playing my favorite musical I also wound up making more money playing the show than I spent in putting gas into the car to go to rehearsals! #winning
Although I did spend most of my weekend playing some musical theatre classics, the real highlight of my weekend was without a doubt my farming field trip! Apparently, it is still acceptable to have field trips in college (I think I briefly discussed that in an earlier post) and it's also acceptable to have said field trips begin at 8:30. -_- I just can't even. But, while the trip started off really early and was rather long, it was a real treat! I got to pet some cows, go on a hay ride, and watch a cow get milked (which is rather scary). So in essence, I'm basically a kindergartener and I'm relatively okay with that. While everyone at BC was all riled up to watch a football game that almost didn't happen because apparently football requires a functioning government (don't even get me started), I was walking through the open fields of Concord and Carlisle, fresh cow manure and fermenting grasses overwhelming my olfactory receptors and delicious homemade ice cream overwhelming my tastebuds. The field trip also served the purpose of getting me excused from the Saturday matinee of Les Mis, which is incredibly fortuitous because I'm not sure that my poor fingers could have taken it.
Being that most of my weekend was full of farms and prostitutes (I'm referring to Les Mis), I didn't have much time to get ahead on my work. It may seem like my environmental classes are major jokes (ie Rocks), but they are still science-y classes and therefore are inherently work oriented. The large workload that built up over this past weekend forced me to go to the one place on campus I vowed never to return to: the Library. The thought of being stuck in a quiet space with tons of other people working just as hard as you is horrifying and gives me chills. Nonetheless, duty called and I found myself in the library on both Monday and Tuesday nights. Today was the real kicker. Somehow I was goaded into entering the scariest of all libraries: Bapst. For anyone who doesn't go to BC, Bapst is the library in which you are not allowed to make any noise whatsoever. Don't play your music too loudly, don't be getting no texts from no one (how many negatives can I have in one sentence?), don't type too aggressively. Don't even breathe too loudly. I found myself turning into one of the Bapst-ites who focuses intently on his work and glares accusingly at anyone who makes the slightest bit of noise. This transformation was most noticeable when the sound of dishes clanging together (I swear that's what it was) filled the great hall area. My looks were biting, my huffing poignant, my grabbing for my headphones to block out the excessive noise, deliberate. There is no going back. I am one of them. I am 2-4-6-0-1 (I am actually on a roll).
I'll wrap up things by talking about a conversation I had with my mother last night. While summarizing my weekend, I remembered my very own garden and my beautiful plants that I spent my summer cultivating. Due to the prolonged warm weather we've been having, my plants have yet to senesce (that's right, using my farming vocabulary) and she informed me that they are still producing lovely veggies! Here's a screenshot of a continuation of said conversation with my mother featuring my LAST PEPPER OF THE SEASON! I'm actually brimming with excitement.
Hopefully this post has been all that you hoped for and more! Until next time, here's a pic of a cow.
