Bleeding

I believe if I were to fall and to start bleeding, the Ancient Greek alphabet would come pouring out, alphabetically at first, then backwards (all lower case of course).

αβγδεζηθικλμνξοπρστυφχψω

A New Goal

Dance to the jukebox located in the Union.

Life's a Musical

In Institute Singers we are practicing a song "I Will Rejoice" by Ronald Stahli. It is very upbeat, a song to moooove to. The men were away in sectionals while the women were gathered around the piano with the conductor, all practicing said song. Half-way through a run-through, the basses walked in. Slowly they gathered behind the altos and began singing. Next the tenors walked in through the other door, joined in as they were walking and took their place. It felt we were in a musical, especially since the lyrics are first-person "I will rejoice..." and my eyes caught a particular theatrical person on his way in. He was feelin' it.

Only in choir.

*note: the basses were standing behind the altos. one could almost feel them sing...

Shake Making: What not to do.

While we are on the topic of reminiscing about past Shivers, here is another story.

During a shake rush, one may once or twice miss a step while creating the ice creamy goodness. I believe it was a raspberry shake in creation. I grabbed the cup, put on the collar, filled it with ice cream then raspberries and began mixing. I glanced beside me and noticed I had failed to put the ice cream lever back into the inactive position. A nice pile of vanilla ice cream was staking itself on the tray and tipping onto the floor. Shocked and wanting to shut it off quickly, I let go of the shake I was mixing. BAD mistake. The mixer was still rotating and the cup exploded. The next few moments are a blur. Somehow I managed to scream, shut off the machine and the mixer. A co-worker poked his head in and asked what happened. He grinned when I related the story. Needless to say I had a mess of ice cream, and yes, it was all over my front.

A Story Worth Telling

Several years ago, while I was employed at the local fast-food restaurant, the routine weekend rush was upon us. Someone ordered a Junior Mint shake, and the small fridge was empty of them, so I ran to the walk-in fridge to grab some. I reached for them in their usual place on the top shelf. This was during the winter months, when the restaurant offers a Tomato-Basil soup special. An open container of this soup was sitting in front of the Junior Mint box, and in my haste of grabbing Mints, I knocked the soup off the shelf. It turned towards me on it's way to the floor, flipping a full 360 before landing right side up on the floor. Now with soup in my eyes, I ran to the sink to wash off. Other employees rushing around would come to a complete stop when they saw me, covered in soup. As I washed the soup (chunky) from my eyes, I saw that it was on my arms, down my front, in my hair...My manager took one look at me, and headed for the back fridge to see what had happened. After cleaning myself up as much as possible (I think I had taken the mints to the shake room for someone else to finish), I went back to the fridge to see what awaited on my managers face. She was on her knees on the ground with her face in her hands, shaking. She could hardly stop laughing. Kindly, she helped me clean up. Soup was on the ceiling, all over food containers and spread far on the floor. Really, I'm not a fan of the soup anymore: It doesn't taste that great cold, and up your nose.