FASA is intense—orchestra in the mornings and afternoons, and classes all in between. But intense music camps or no, nothing shall rob me of my reading. Especially when it comes to Ted Dekker.
So. How many places can one find to read Dekker at music camp?
Day Two is complete! Things are beginning to make more sense as everyone figures out what they’ll be doing in the days ahead—and, uh, some people still work on figuring it out. I’m liking the new additions to camp this year, particularly the technique class. I’m an incredibly un-technical player, probably due to being largely self-taught.
This is “my” seat. As you can tell, I’m very happy there.
Behold, the string orchestra! This is where we spend a good portion of the day.
Viola power.
And here’s the whole group of us (plus a random neighbor kid on the left), being wild as usual. We’re having a fun time.
I love the way little children phrase things—absolutely adorable. The above was from four-year-old Jennifer (who thinks five minutes is way too many). We’ve got quite a handful of kids running around this place, totaling to nine ages twelve and under. Throw in Mother May I, a staircase, and few thousand dollars worth of stringed instruments, and we’re in for some excitement!
Tonight concludes our first day of camp, which was really only an introduction to what we’ll be doing for the next two weeks. I’m pretty excited, myself. The orchestra has around fifty members total, and a whopping twelve violas. Playing in a “viola section” is absolutely foreign to me; usually, I am the “viola section.”
At check-in, we ran into two familiar faces: Taylor and Hailey from HSB, along with several of their friends! It was fun having a real, live person to fit to the name—and it’s also nice knowing someone when the whole campus of David Lipscomb is filled with strangers. Taylor and Hailey, by the way, are super sweet. Y’all should go over and say hello.
And now, we’re back at home. I’m sitting in the rocker listening to the kids get ready for bed and contemplating how I’ll extricate myself from the maze of mattresses on the floor. Hm…
…this could be a problem.
Wow! Blog stats around here are pretty minimal of late, but I can’t say I blame y’all. In the rush and excitement of Nationals and a trip halfway across the country, blogging took a backseat to other activities.
The tournament itself was fabulous in every respect (check out results and more here). As can probably be expected by now, I put together a video blog of the event—only this time, it grew to massive proportions. It’s hardly possible to cover Nationals in the space of ten minutes, but I gave it a shot:
Being the younger sibling of a graduate means a lot of things. It means you have the privilege of taking their senior pictures free of charge. It means you endure their constant worrying over invitations and the like. It means you get to shop for cute dresses without buying anything.
But it also means you get to go to Six Flags with a bunch of graduates and have a blast.
The guys on the way up.
First ride of the day: Goliath!
Second ride of the day—hey, why the weird looks?
“Big girls” can ride the carousel too.
A few of us, seized with a fit of madness, chose to ride The Scream.
And…they screamed. Loudly.
Peter, Paul, and Ben decided to indulge in a packet of mustard. Don’t ask me why.
This picture has a story to accompany it. (See video below)
All of us at the end of the day.
We took over Chic-fil-a, where Paul demonstrated his mayonnaise-writing skills.
The video below contains a frightening amount of weirdness. View at your own risk, and beware.
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Patti, the subject of my last post, is turning seven today. When did the baby of the family get so old?
To my little buddy: I love you.
In preparation for the graduate’s photo shoot two weeks ago, I spent some time fiddling with my borrowed camera…and seized the opportunity to snap some pictures of my [perfectly adorable] little sister while she was busy with her math book:
Today, I got to play photographer for my sister and her graduation group. We headed to the park, and proceeded to have a blast with pictures of every kind—I don’t think I’ve ever had so much fun with a camera. The day yielded well over 800 pictures, but here’s just a few to recap:
Monday evening found us at the lake with friends, taking pictures and eating s’mores and telling lame jokes around the campfire—all the good stuff associated with camping. Fun people, fun times.
Silhouettes by the water–otherwise known as Jonathan and Michael
Katy and Katie
Behold, the epic camera war
Brian: “I…have made…fire!”
S’mores
The ever-popular jumping picture
After an enormously tiring weekend, things are looking to be fairly normal around here, at least for a couple weeks. This tournament was by far the hardest yet. Maybe things get more difficult as the year goes on? In any case, the speech and debate season is slowly winding down. Only two more tournaments left.
ARC had a great tournament. We broke four Team Policy teams to double octafinals; two to octafinals, and one to semifinals. Christina, our wonderful Lincoln Douglas debater, made it to octafinals as well. I won’t even attempt to recap speech breaks…there’s too much to say. Check out arcblogs.com for the full scoop.
A group of us were able to head over to the Alamo after the tournament ended, and I hear the event was a great success. Unfortunately, I had to abandon ship and head over to Fredicksburg to play in a wedding. Somewhere along the way, my body went into that completely unexplainable energy drive that comes about when you haven’t slept at all recently. (I think the Starbucks contributed.)
Next time, I’m going to sleep more.
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