April 15: Daily Reflection

Allow me to begin my post today with a sweeping generalization that is solely my opinion and, though supported by evidence, completely debatable. Today is the worst day in America. No, not April 15, 2010; just April 15 in general. First and foremost, it is tax return day. It is the day that the Titanic sank. It is the day that Sacco and Vanzetti allegedly committed a double murder in one of the biggest xenophobia cases in American history. And most tragically, it is the day that the favorite president of The Lovett School (Abraham Lincoln) was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth while sitting in a booth. So, to fight this day of mediocrity and failure, I pledged myself not to kill or get killed by forces natural or otherwise.

The morning started with a fantastic FCA about sports as a way of bringing people to God. The bishop of Liberia was present and gave THE best prayer I have ever heard in my life. Very powerful. Then I sauntered down to assembly where we got to hear Billy Grace speak of high tides and Hooters. Always an enjoyable experience.

After assembly it was time for me to work. I got two layers done during AP Bio, which was quite efficient. I was pleased with myself. I went to a chill-as-usual combo class, where we digested Ron Carter's visit and decided that we want a GET IT BAND! for the swing concert. Any and all are welcome to join the GET IT BAND! so long as you shout "GET IT BAND!" whenever you hear something you like. It's a funner, jazzier version of applause.

Break ensued, followed quickly by a mad cow biochem nipping at its heels. We talked about protein denaturation, and watched more of this Prusiner guy. He's hilarious in a most delightfully nerdy kind of way.

After biochem I headed back to the office, which I had all to myself due to Mr. Reynolds' leave of RAFTsence. Oh the humor. I made two layers before lunch, grabbed a 5 minute bite, headed back up and made two more during lunch and three during 2nd period, bringing my daily total to nine! I had outdone myself. I cleaned up the office and headed down to swim lessons with Kelly Keating for a good two hours, once you include the post-lesson socializing with the other coaches. I got changed and realized that I could try to sneak back up to the office and work some more. Sure enough, I headed up there and worked another hour and got two more layers in, bringing my final daily total to ELEVEN. Earlier in the week I thought six was an accomplishment. Ha. Funny. My grand total is now 43 layers as of the end of April 15, and I anticipate moving at lightning speed as the layers continue to shrink. I was able to fit four layers on one sheet of chipboard at the end of the day. I already need more spray tack. Picture time!



Here's the map thus far with 43 layers. I think it looks more impressive if you look at it in a "big picture" lens, as opposed to looking at minute details. As soon as I say that, here's a picture that is more detail-oriented (That's a nice way of saying OCD-friendly).



After yesterday's scandalous revelation, I put Kermit and Bambi in timeout today, so there was very little interaction between the two. A Dorothy sighting was reported by an FBI official who spoke about the subject on the condition of anonymity due to the fact that he or she is not yet authorized to discuss the matter publicly. He or she reported that Dorothy was seen with a black canine companion. The world still awaits her first paparazzi photo, either alone or especially with Kermit. We shall see, or maybe we won't. Who knows.

That's it for the week. Tomorrow I'm taking a college visit to the University of Georgia, and Monday I'm taking a visit to the University of Virginia, so I won't be back on the blog until Tuesday evening. Perhaps I will know my future when we visit next.

Until then, enjoy this fine piece of obscure Italian cinema.