we spend hours in this one building. we take walks to the lake, ride a bus to town, and eat ice cream whenever we get a chance (once for this little girl). we play volleyball (well, they play), sit around campfires singing, and talk for our social times together. most afternoons are full of homework and scrambling to get our Sport Points in. we wake up every morning, eat breakfast and then make our way to the lecture hall (even on sunday mornings).
and we love being here.
i didn’t even realize how “small” my life has become until this afternoon everyone was talking about ONE thing. the new boy had arrived — one of the last students and the one who was supposed to have come a week ago. once it was announced that benjamin smith had walked through the door with luggage in hand, the school was a-buzz from the excitment. everyone was asking questions. how old was he? what did he look like? what was he like? would he fit in and would we like him?
to my horror, i found myself in the middle of it all doing my usual thing — making jokes about the situation and finding myself so funny that i’m laughing the hardest. it was just funny to see what a stir something so small created.
i guess it’s the little things in life, eh?