From the moment I walked into her class, I knew something was special. Spanish class was going to be great.
I do feel so sorry, said Draco Malfoy one Potions class, for all the people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they’re not wanted at home.
One day, in one of my English classes this past year, my professor – who just happens to be the head of the English department at Randolph-Macon College – said something like this: “We don’t read for escapism. We read to critique.”
Back in April, we had Camptown at my school. Well, part of it, anyway. They had to reschedule all the games and rides because it was raining cats and dogs outside.
But the Sage the Gemini Concert was still a go. They moved it to the gym because it was still raining. I got myself a front row seat at first, but some of the school events organizers told me I could move if I wanted to. I decided it would make sense to go upstairs on the track; I wouldn’t get trampled.
So I found myself upstairs on the track. I tried to live stream video from my Facebook page, but it kept buffering, so it wasn’t really worth it.
I had a nice bird’s-eye-view, but the acoustics were horrible; I could barely hear anything. I heard music, but I couldn’t hear the words. What I did hear, though, was good.
I’ll have to go back and check out his music.