I woke up at 7:30 yesterday morning with this song in my head and an email from the university emergency management saying that class wasn’t gonna happen. So:
I have now reached that point at which my study playlist is all Tracy Chapman.
Boxes unpacked; fridge loaded; hit me, senior year.
My roommate and I caught a little spare time and an empty studio during the last week of camp. Here are a few moves that happened:
And with that we’ve wrapped up the program, put together a performance with two weeks of rehearsal, ran a show and move-outs in a thunderstorm, said bye to some awesome kiddos, and got very far out of Denton.
It’s been real, Texas.