I Can't Believe You Smelled My Clothes

Meagan has an unhealthy addiction to reading blog archives; somebody stop her now, please. Thanks.

Today was perhaps the worst band rehearsal of my life. I was tired and useless and our guest conductor kept aiming not-so-subtle jokes like "As a retired bandmaster would say, 'That's pathetic!'" at the trombone section.

For anyone who cares, Latin/Spanish Guy is actually Mexican, and he shook my hand when I came to class today. Awesome.

Finally, some wisdom from Lifted Up By Angels:

Amish people are not perfect, Leah. We separate ourselves from the world, but what is easier? Giving up something you've never done, or choosing to live plainly after you have tried the English way of life? What good is a sacrifice if it isn't truly a sacrifice?