Running Into Walls

Proud Mum and Julia, I had to add my two cents worth.

Another bunch of stuff from Ricks College here. One day I was running late for Symphonic Band. Now, for those of you who don't know (or haven't yet figured it out), Ricks College was a small, LDS junior college. It has changed recently and is now BYU-Idaho. Anyrate, because it is a religious, private school, there are a lot of religious things you can do there that you can't do elsewhere (or as easily, anyway). For example, we studied straight out of the hymnbook in music theory, discussed what church leaders and prophets have said in music history, and a prayer was offered at the beginning of every performance and a lot of classes. Symphonic Band always had a prayer before rehearsal.

On this particular day, as I said, I was running late. We rehearsed on the stage in the concert hall (one of the most acoustically correct in the country, btw. I'm a little proud of that!), and the doors to the stage were closed. They were in the middle of prayer. So I waited outside the doors until the prayer was over. Meanwhile, someone else was late or walking by or something and stopped to say hi to me. So I turned and talked to them for a minute. When the prayer was done (I could hear people rustling their instruments and stuff around), I turned around to walk in to rehearsal. I guess I forgot the door was closed, because I walked right into it. Of course, with those perfect acoustics, the sound reverbrated throughout the concert hall and everyone on stage turned and looked at me. They saw it was just me, and I guess they assumed that was no surprise because everyone went back to their business without a second glance.

I have walked into the pillars in the lobby of the Snow Building (the fine arts building at Ricks, aka, my other home). I walked into the walls of the hallways. It was a constant.

So, Proud Mum and Julia, you aren't the only ones.