So it has come to this. On my last full day of school, I’m forced to play Settlers of Catan for at least three hours straight. Torture.
Well, I’m not sure I can actually call this “school,” since we have no classes and almost nothing to do. Last year, Harrison Sand, Richard Maxwell, John Fogg, and I brought a grill, but that was an utter disaster, so we decided to stay in, out of the rain.
I helped give some glowing reviews of St. X at the Senior Exit Interviews, but it was honest. St. X has been a wholesome experience for me, filled to the brim with controversy, which is where this blog comes in, of course.
My fourth MusicFest reminds me of my first: I haven’t gone outside yet (as of 1:49 PM), yet I’ve already spent nearly half an hour on the computer. Sad.
I don’t really have much to say today, since I’ve still got an aggravating cold. But if you’d like to reminisce in the comments section, feel free to.
I hope you feel better Minh. Tell the truth Catan was not torture. You should have stayed longer we set up Politika and almost got through my first turn before we had to re-pack the thousands of small colored pieces of paper that went with the game.
I'll see you later Minh.
-Harrison Sand
ohh and if anyone wants my IM name it's Hairysand.