Saturday

It’s been rawthur an interesting Saturday around these parts, as it’s our first Saturday back, and as no one has enough homework to keep them from making rawthur interesting Saturday plans.

This morning I woke at the crack of dawn (8:15) to go open at the coffee desk (not really what it’s called, but the best I can do).  Everything went fine, due, in part, to my boss showing up to oversee the beginning of my shift.  Apparently she heard about the mocha volcano of last week.

After work was forty-five minutes of reading at the library (“Hawaii’s Story By Hawaii’s Queen,” the first of my American Tropics novels), and then we hiked through the cheek-chafing winds to the Fitness Center for volleyball practice.  Somehow I’ve been made captain, and so I had to fumble my way through making up drills and assigning scrimmage teams.  I also had to get my serves over the net, because who wants to take orders from a captain who can’t even serve?

At 4:30 was Pinestorm, in which a bunch of ex-Pine Hall residents took over Pine’s TV lounge for a few hours to screen “Troll 2.”  If you haven’t seen “Troll 2,” find a way.  Trust me:  find a way.  It’s the best worst movie you’ll ever watch.  Here’s all the proof you need:

 

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