Senior High Conference Tuesday June 30, 2009

Reporter: R-Dizzle


Third day of the conference on-line readers. Last night, a thunderstorm rattled the walls of Hemingway Hall at around Midnight. On a whole, the opening of the heavens disrupted and woke the conferees, much to their dismay. "It woke me up", says Andrew B. "It was loud and disruptive of my night", Taylor agrees. Glynn claims that the storm, "was amongst the things that woke me up last night." But the entire conference wasn't disrupted. "I did not hear it." declares Sam. "The storm was great. I slept right through it," Quinn declares proudly.

The rain and storms continued through most of the morning, somewhat hampering outdoor classes. But a little fall of rain didn't stop Liz and Mother Ellen Brauza's class, "The Hunt for a World that Works", from venturing outside to locate stamps in a simplified version of letterboxing. Being a thunderstorm allowed no use of umbrellas, ensuring the class was adequately soaked to the bone.

But the rain broke and the sun came out shining, brightening our walk to the only day we had in the pool. Conferees frolicked in the pool for an hour and we headed to our picnic supper and "Kinda Sorta Beach Party".

The rain returned, full force, so our "Kinda Sorta Beach Party" was moved inside. But that did not stop Drew from dominating the limbo competition. When asked, Drew had this to say; "Winner, Winner, Winner, ow, ow, ow, back pain."

After a raveous game of keep-it-up, the day wound down, ending in the traditional Compline service. Tomorrow is another day.

Peace Out from R-Dizzle