15 seconds too late

4.27.2012

Friday.

Today we had Aboriginal class. This was the longest class of my life… We had these two women come in and speak to us. They were super nice and sweet, but it was just not feeling it. It really is a cultural thing. Aboriginal people love to tell stories and take their time getting to the point. As an American I am all about the most efficient way to get from point A to point B. So I really struggled to listen while they took a detour through the rest of the alphabet just to get to B…

After class I posted a million blogs because I was really far behind. After that I went home, and ate some left over burritos. Braedon was having some friends over and they were all congregating in the living room. I felt awkward about it because I had to grab a movie out of the shelf. So like any normal person on the 21^st century, I texted Braedon and asked him to grab ‘The Help’ for me. And like a good little broski, he did.

I then took the movie and went to the Flo Harris house. I don’t know if I’ve ever talked about it, but Flo Harris is some student housing that is off of the Lewisham train station. There are 5 ASCers  who live there and had invited people over to watch a movie. The movie that I was providing.

I had never been there before and was worried that I would get lost, but when I got off at Lewisham I was met by Ronnie (an ASCer who lives at Flo) as well as a few other ASCers, so we all walked to Flo together.

When we got there we were still waiting on some others to show up, so to kill time, we did some card tricks. And then that evolved into the pyramid game (with scatagory cards), and that evolved into movie charades.

Once more people showed up, we watched ‘The Help’. I had never seen it, and I really liked it. 

We ate lots of Tim Tams and popcorn. After the movie it was kind of late and I had service the next morning. So I left with Becky and Mackenzie and we started walking to the train station. As we were walking, we were just walking and chatting, and then we heard this noise. It sounded like feet slapping on pavement. We turned around and saw Ronnie, running after us, holding the movie. I had totally forgot to grab it and he had taken it upon himself to run after me with it. What a guy! He could have just called me and told me to come back and get it, but he chose to run after me with it!

We got the the train station and missed our train by about 15 seconds. Lewisham is a really small train station, it doesn’t even have a place for you to scan your ticket. So trains don’t stop there very often. … So we had to wait another 26 minutes for a train to come. While we were waiting, another huge group who had been at Flo came and joined us at the train station. So we got to be a loud bunch of Americans when we got on the train. My favorite!