Notice:

On everyone's calendars should go the date: May 6th.

The Knox College Choir will be performing the entirety of Mozart's Requiem with full orchestral accompaniment on that day.

Make it so.

choir lets out at opportune times

After choir lets out, there is a stormfront coming. I walk with a bass and he says he loves the lightning. Some strikes light the sky.

Then they get closer. The rain starts to fall and I have to zip my jacket around the Requiem and hope it doesn't soak through--fat drops fall from the sky, making their presence known wherever they hit my skin--my hair. A closer strike--one one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand; three miles. It sounds like God is ripping open the sky before the thunder booms. The sky cracks like luon, leaving splinters in the clouds.

We reach the field before my dorm, and suddenly lightning strikes not half a block away from us, blinding us and blowing the power for Post and Seymour in one single explosion. A small puff of brown smoke floats in the air, rushed along by the wind. We, excited, leap in the heavy rain, and run to the lobby, where there is a low whine and emergency lighting.

In the cafeteria, the swipe machine is broken.

It takes more than five hours for my pants to dry--they're in my closet, still wet.

I love the rain.