What will you do when the journal ends? Well, I could post the days in reverse order, where we're great friends but slowly devolve into strangers. It could be titled Fall 20X0! *ba-dum* But seriously now. I'd invite everyone to try to post once a month about something Mountain School related. It could be as simple as posting a photo from facebook or a personal collection and describing the scene it tells, or recounting a reunion or experience cooking something from the cookbook! Whatever it is, post and tell us what new adventures you're experiencing. I can't wait to hear. Wednesday, May 5th, 2010:

Day 75

Broke fast upon eggs and toast. I led morning meeting, and Kit announced Fun Week [FUN WEEK! AHH!!]. We'll have an entire week of activities that we brainstormed, so that'll be fun. I read my 'While Riding the Subway' limerick for a humble, to much acclaim. Jay and I signed up to perform our two equations—women=evil and the witch proof—on the 22^nd as a humble. I gave Hallie my note, and she responded with glee. For some reason, the academic building was quite smelly; Nick said the composting toilets had back-pressured, or something.

In AP Wood Crew, Jimmy, Aidan and I rode in the back of a pickup with Kit to a site where we split wood, lifted wood, and threw wood the whole day. I'll get some good sunburns from that. Lunch was leftovers [those leftovers, man. Those leftovers]: I consumed some pizza, some of the great salad, a potato pancake, BBQ pork chops and Brigitte's birthday cake. It was all good, but the pork chops were tough chewing, though they fell apart, and the cake was different tasting than any other cake I've had. Hallie gave me her response note, which was done entirely in Cockney. She asked if I'd go to her site later, and I replied yes, after Jake took my portrait in Miles and Pine Top.

I pretty much chilled during my free on digg, cracked, and iTunes, listening to Killers and Led Zeppelin. In History we did the 90s culture slideshow with Nirvana, and Kit was great enough to include a picture of Warcraft in the slide about gaming and the increased violence that was percieved. In English we discussed Goodbye, Colombus, Lex, Megan B, Taylor and I and then started to reenact a poem about sketchy guys and the girls they weird out on Derby Hill. Then it was my advisor meeting with Susie, which resulted in a plan for my Science book, and then Jake took my picture, first in Miles (not really that great), then on Library Hill (much better).

Hallie and I then went out to our sites to draw maps. I heard Rafi but did not see him while I was walking to my site. I sat down a fraction of the way there and actually tried to draw a map this time. It came out nice. There were bugs flying around me; I examined a spider with a black body and white scale patterns over the black on a stick. Hallie and I were quite late getting back to dinner, so I did not get to do my humble, but the people I showed it too liked it. After that I did more internet before reading with Charlotte, which went great. I got to act. I like to act. Once that finished it dissolved into a spatula-scraper fight. I won, but she did hit my funny bone, lighting my arm and hand on fire.

On a side note, I don't think this is going to be as long as I had expected. Perhaps 50 pages by the end. Charlotte and I had a nice conversation in the kitchen, which we will continue at a later time. After the kitchen debacle, I fed the chickens for the last time with Hallie. David, who was kind enough to sit with me at a dinner of green beans and lasagna, came with us. I threw chickens for fun, more of a toss, really. There was some humour when Charlotte scared Hallie by banging on the window. After a stop in the chick house (I picked one up!), we went our separate ways, I playing All These Things That I've Done on my laptop, while using the screen as a flashlight. I got my laundry and bumped into Dan coming out, who Ben wants us to prank by asking him to sign things. Kit was puzzled by my load, but we laughed it off. I noticed a christmas-tree scent in the air.

The next hour was laugh riot time, involving math equations in the vein of “women=time x money.” I wrote in my journal about great Capture the Flag games, basing it on E-Cast and Jono-led sieges. I reviewed History, and then read in bed before sleep. Oh sleep. Great sleep. Hey, do you think the reason Miles stays up so late is due to the architecture of the majority of the rooms being centered on the common? Underwood only has two; there's a large upstairs. Conard has a large downstairs populace, and Tobold is very scattered in comparison with Miles. Derby is too small to count. Huh. I'll think about that. But for now, I escape into Discworld.