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I thought about writing this on March 14, 2009
[Disclaimer: I realize this date seems long gone and this is not the proper way to blog; I will try to be more timely in the future.]
March 14, 2009 = 3/14/2009 = 3.14 = π = PIE!!

So I know that this is not exactly a correct mathematical equation and my high school Pre-Calculus teacher would probably shake her head in discouragement, but the point is that March 14 was National Pie Day and that is cause for celebration.
Fifty-two seats, five overhead TV screens, 41 choir members, one choral director, one director of church relations, one admissions counselor, and an awesome bus driver named Mike. That was the count at the beginning of this year’s Bethel College Concert Choir Spring Tour, which cut a wide swath through the Southwest during spring break.
We made it home with a similar count, but we were additionally-loaded down with fresh fruit, expanded luggage, and lots of good memories.
Regardless of our intentions, we haven’t blogged at all this week. That’s partly due to exhaustion but also the result of the faulty internet connection around here. Our apologies.
Despite the worst sandstorm that the area has seen in a long while, we were able to start working bright and early Monday morning on our project: the new volunteer center. Finishing this building is the last in a long string of construction projects for the Hopi Mission School, including a duplex for the school’s teachers and a large gym. One of our main jobs was to prime and put two coats of paint on the exterior of the building, and the other was laying tile in the interior.
I have had a fun couple of days. Since you’re on the internet, I’ll assume you have nothing better to do than read my blog about it. Sound good? Awesome. By the way, I’ll be blogging intermittently for the rest of the week, so stay glued to your computer screens for more updates!
Back to my fun few days.
Last time I blogged, I had just returned from the ACP conference in San Diego. While that conference was very useful and a lot of fun to attend, it did compound the mania that was Production (or Hell) Week for the musical The Light in the Piazza.
“Hell week” is a strong phrase, but it caught on when I was in shows in high school, but there is some truth to it. Like Hell, it seems unending sometimes; unlike Hell, you usually end up with a performance that you’re really proud of.