The sweet humming of the slide projector and the dimmed lights make this nearly impossible. Rush off to the Dining Commons, grab some grub, dump off my backpack in my room, then head off to work. Yeah, I m late again. I work in the Museum of Anthropology, in the darkroom. Figure out where rehearsal is, get out trombone, be social, and walk to practice field.
Whistle blows and rehearsal begins.
Much fun and work is accomplished. I walk back with everyone from the dorm and those in Tellefsen Hall.