That's what it Takes to be a College Kid
Monday, April 10, 2007
In other news of the week, Bing had taken first place in a large concerto-writing competition. His piece, written in 7/8 was to be performed later in the spring after he had been interviewed on the radio. And Sumpter March had taken second place.
At the house that morning, Rose was already studying for her Spanish test, looking a little blue. She and Collette spent the first hour of the morning discussing the possibility of her entering the Masters of Fine Arts in Photography program at Mizzou the following fall. In order to be accepted, Rose would need 40 hours of undergraduate studio credit. So Rose had to consider whether or not she wanted to spend her senior year entirely submerged in art classes.
She was bravely sticking it out the last four days till the GRE, Collette had to admit. She studied all morning before choir, came back from choir and studied all the rest of the afternoon and evening. Even when Joe called to say that he was going to Pizza Street with all of their pals, Rose kept at the books.
Linnea had more questions that day about things, about life in general. And one question had little to do with the other. Collette was so preoccupied with teaching Rose that morning, that she didn’t recall a single answer that she had given to Linnea once she had spoken.
Meanwhile, Mom was out for the afternoon and evening with Grandma Combs to Three French Hens and the St. Louis Bread Company.
It started to rain late in the afternoon. Linnea watched her afternoon shows on the couch until Dad came by and picked her up by her ankles.
“Hey!” Linnea giggled, holding herself up also by her ankles.
“You should go into the circus,” Collette said, seeing the flexible position Linnea was able to hold while dangling in the air.
“Yup, she has some strong stomach muscles,” Dad agreed, setting her back on the couch where Linnea just grinned.
She was also proud of the fact that day that she had discovered that she was double-jointed in several of her fingers.
“I trained them to do it,” she told Collette, holding up her pointer finger, oddly bent.
And before dinner, Linnea opened up the box of Pasanka egg tools again to try to make one of her own. Eventually Rose completed her studies and also began to work on an egg before preparing to leave for ceramics class.
Back at home, a box was waiting from Mount Vernon, Texas. Uncle Clause and Aunt Agnes had sent baby a blanket which Aunt Agnes had knitted herself. Collette laid it aside for baby’s bassinet whenever the time would come.
It was a cool rainy gray world that night. Baby was jumping around as usual, heedless of the sharp kicks he was administering. And OLeif purchased a ticket to hear Mark O’Connor play at Webster University that Sunday evening.