Number Six’ last blog post

Read it here:

 http://earlgreysoliloquy.blogspot.com/2019/09/the-mystery-of-vocation.html?m=1

From Number Six’ blog

Read it here:

 http://earlgreysoliloquy.blogspot.com/2019/09/let-me-suffer-for-you.html?m=1

Number Six's joyful announcement!

We have spoken on the phone a while back... when she returned to campus from the stay at the Norbertine Monastery over Holy Week and Easter. I wanted to wait until she herself announced it to the family and posted publicly about it.

There were many tears, from our beloved daughter and from her parents both. Undoubtedly from her siblings as well. But there is such peace and joy in the heart--we as parents have seen this coming probably since her First Holy Communion. We were privileged through the years to be raising a daughter who was so evidently being called by God for something much better than this world. As her confirmation godmother and I agreed one day--the world was never able to have a hold on this daughter of ours.

She tells her story in a moving blog post here. I copy it below.

I found a video that tells a bit about the history and the life of the sisters here.



From her blog: 

Anyone who knows me knows uncertainty scares me. I'm terrible at making decisions and I'm afraid of commitment for the most part. So how am I ever going to find a religious community to join, let alone actually join one? 

Well, God took care of that for me a long time ago, without my realizing it.
And now here I am, preparing to enter the Norbertine order as a Canoness of the Bethlehem Priory of St. Joseph. Not only joining a convent, but leaving college to do so. That's a pretty drastic decision. But really, it wasn't my decision. It was God's decision, and He made it a long time ago. He just showed it to me over Easter.

I feel as though my life has always been a puzzle, with pieces strewn here and there, and I didn't know they were connected or even that there was a puzzle. But God knew, and he put all the pieces in front of me. The solution was right there, but it took one intense Triduum and a few nuns to show me how to solve it. And now it all makes sense, and I am amazed I didn't see it before; but maybe I wasn't meant to see it before.

The Norbertine Order fits my personality perfectly. I would say that it's like God took my personality and interests and made a religious order out of them, but it's more the other way around: He took an order and made a person to belong to it. Now I know why I never felt at home in other orders: there was still one out there for me! I never imagined it would be this, well, easy to join a convent. They say that you can be pretty confident you're doing God's will when you start doing it and obstacles just kind of...melt away. I've definitely experienced that so far. For example, my student debt to pay off before entering was thousands of dollars less than I expected it to be. Thank you, TAC financial aid! Other such small things have occurred which indicate, it seems to me, that I'm on the right track.

Obviously, it's going to be difficult in a lot of ways. One of the few disadvantages of a large family is I'm leaving a lot behind when I leave the world! I will never be around to watch my nieces and nephews grow up and I'll never go to the weddings of the rest of my siblings. But at the same time, what a deep and profound spiritual bond I can have with my family members and friends, as I give up my whole life in prayer and penance for them and for the world! I will be like their full-time spiritual tech support. Frankly, I will be a lot more useful to them than in any other circumstance.  

This whole year leading up to the discovery of my vocation has been a lesson in love. Freshman year for me was all about learning to trust God, and in a similar way the theme of sophomore year was learning to love. Love God, love other people, love myself, love life and the joys and sufferings that come with it. Learning to love every minute He gives me and live it to the fullest. It is through love that we have life and "have it abundantly".

Learning to love will be a slow process for me. It's a good thing you don't have to already be holy to enter a convent! I have so much to learn from my Sisters, and they - God bless them - will have a lot to put up with from me. One of the sisters told me their community would be a challenge for me, but I wonder if I might end up as more of a challenge for them! Praise God for His mercy in giving us the grace to live out our vocation well; otherwise, I think it would be next to impossible. 

I am terrified yet excited to begin this new adventure. It takes a lot of faith going into something with so many unknowns, but God has gotten me this far and if I just follow, He'll lead me where I need to go. Prayers for me during my preparation and entrance would be greatly appreciated. Saying good-bye to the world is hard, and saying hello to religious life will probably be just as hard, but it will be worth it! After all, the Lord tells us to leave our families and everything behind to follow Him. It's easier said than done, but with the help of a multitude of prayers and plenty of grace from God, I know I can do it.

Posted by Maria B-H at 8:18 AM

Number Six's blog

Let's say Husband and I continue to be astounded by our daughter. Read it here. 

Number Six' blog

http://earlgreysoliloquy.blogspot.com/2017/12/fires-and-finals.html

She tells the story herself... I am sure more about this will come.

TAC page

Number Six is featured on the webpage of her college, right under "Prospective Students". Well, actually a recent blog entry of hers is featured.  She is also on one of the images of Matriculation day.

Number Six' blog: a special post

She created the image and wrote this post--when I read it I was overwhelmed by gratitude. Enjoy!

24 April 2017

Why every Catholic girl should look into religious life.

Ask a Catholic mother you know--maybe your own--if she ever considered religious life. Chances are, she'll say no.
Why not? Maybe it was never presented to her as a viable option. Maybe she didn't think she had a vocation. Maybe she simply didn't know anything about it.

Growing up in a Catholic homeschool family surrounded by Catholic homeschool families, I always knew about religious life and considered it just as real a vocation possibility as marriage. I was exposed to religious sisters from a very young age (I don't remember not knowing any). I remember having childhood conversations with my friends in which we would say, "do you want to get married or be a nun?" I myself never quite knew how to answer that. Now I do. And knowing the answer to that question has brought me more joy and peace than I ever would have thought.

So here's why I think every Catholic girl should look into religious life:

1. Why not?
Imagine this: you're an old woman, 70 or 80, looking back on your life. Maybe you're married with children and grandchildren. Maybe you're a sister. Maybe you're single. Regardless of your state in life, will you really regret having considered religious life? If you're married or single, at least you know what you could have done. If you're a sister, you'll be so glad you even thought to consider it. There is no downside to exploring the options. And, once you open your heart up to God's will like that, your vocation will become clear.

2. Religious life is an actual thing, guys.
I think we can all agree that not everyone is called to be married and raise children. Some girls, myself included, simply don't have that maternal, wife-y sort of quality. And that's as it should be. If people are worried about overpopulation, they should encourage more people to look into celibate life. (Kidding. But you get the point.) The world needs balance. Just like not everyone can--or should--be a leader (if we're all leaders, who's being led?), not everyone can or should be married. It's an amazing and selfless act to give yourself and your whole life to a single human in that way. The marriage vow, and motherhood, are unfathomably beautiful things, as I've come to realize more and more during my discernment. But some girls are called to be a different kind of beautiful. Instead of giving their life to a man, body and soul, they're called to live only for God. Body and soul. What a privilege, to be asked by your Creator to be His bride.

3. It will strengthen your relationship with God.
When I went on my first nun-run, I thought my prayer life was pretty good. Ha. In those six days, I learned so much about prayer, virtue, and giving your life to God in general. One of my favorite take-aways from that trip was a love for praying the Liturgy of the Hours. Such beautiful, ancient prayers. And to drop everything seven times a day to praise God, what could be better?
Besides learning new ways to pray, you'll find yourself closer to Jesus than ever before. As I mentioned earlier, when you open yourself to His will like that, He rewards you. The simple act of being willing to look into consecrated life makes you listen more closely for His will for you. And that gives Him an opportunity to tell you what He's been longing to tell you since He created you.
Every time I go on a retreat or convent visit, I come home with renewed peace and gratitude for God. I've never felt closer to Him than while spending time with His chosen ones, His brides. It's easy to be good in places like that. It's always hard to leave. And when I get home, I redouble my efforts to live for Him and Him alone in my present situation.

4. Meeting sisters, yes please.
So, in case you weren't aware, sisters are the actual coolest people ever. Everyone should hang out with them. That vague image in your head of a crumbling, dreary convent like the one in Sound of Music? Yeah. Destroy it. If you think sisters are boring, you clearly haven't spent time with one. They live in a freedom that allows them to be so rigorously alive--and it shows. I've done lots of crazy and fun things with sisters, including Irish dancing, playing basketball, taking the ornaments off a 20-ft Christmas tree, cooking, cleaning, playing games....they make everything fun. Trust me. You think you don't like sweeping? Try doing it with three sisters while you talk and sing and laugh. When every act is a gift to God, everything becomes saturated with meaning and joy.

5. You might fall in love.
To fall in love with God, the Author of love. What's more romantic than that? The amazing thing about being in love with God is that He loves you so much more than you can ever love Him. That's one faithful spouse we're talking about. Why wouldn't you want to give your life to Someone who gives you everything, who loves nothing better than to make you happy? Jesus weeps with joy when we say yes to Him. He is so full of love for us. It's hard to say no to a love like that. It kind of sweeps you off your feet. Like a good romance should.

All that to say, if you haven't considered religious life, do it. Talk to that random sister you see. Go on a nun run. Look up religious houses in your area. Research different orders. Visit them for a day or two. I promise, only good will come out of it.


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Labels: Catholicism, Sisters, Thoughts

Number Six's blog about the trip, part 2

The photos from the Art Institute are wonderful! Don't miss her blog with the second and final part of the trip.
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Mass at Saint John Cantius! 

  

Number Six's blog

Number Six's blog about her birthday trip to Chicago is definitely worth a visit!

Family Camp, Final

Make sure to check many lovely photos on Number Six's blog here! 

A very-tearful poem

Number Six is saying goodbye to her two wonderful friends, the Kane twins. I know her heart is heavy and sorrowful, although she is strong and graceful through it all. But one can glimpse her feelings by reading the poem she wrote on her blog. In this house, all of us who have read have shed tears, because we have seen the depth of their friendship over the years.

I don't think I've ever known

A love this pure, this plainly shown.

If all my hopes and dreams would end,

This I would know: you are my friend.

When I get tired of day-to-day

And dreads and fears obstruct my way,

Through all that life's worst storms may send,

At least I know you are my friend.

Your every laugh and hug and joke and tears

Remain with me across the years.

And if our lives cruel fate may rend,

Still I will know you are my friend.

If you grow weak and need relief,

Some shelter from your pain and grief,

I'd go for you to any end.

I hope you know I am your friend.

Number Six's Blog Posts about TAC

They are wonderful and makes me want to be there! Enjoy them here.

Wordless Wednesday

Her blog link is on the sidebar and here.

Number Six blogs about singing with the Regional Honor Choir

Earl Grey Soliloquy

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Regional Honor Choir

North Central ACDA regional honor choir was at least ten times more amazing than I expected. It was truly the experience of a lifetime.
It's hard to articulate what exactly made it so special, but I know most of it was due to our fabulous director, Dr. Paul Head. He had this way of keeping us interested, entertained, focused, and relaxed all at once. He emphasized the importance of the fact that music is not just notes on a page; it's an emotional, psychological, and spiritual experience. He said often, "You never know when someone next to you is having a musical experience."
Another thing that made honor choir great was getting to sing with some of the best singers from South Dakota, Nebraska, Iowa, Minnesota, and Wisconsin. Making music with 170 other incredibly talented musicians, sharing the moments of joy, the hours and hours of practice (seven hours and forty-five minutes on Friday alone), the times of profound connection. As one of my fellow choir members wrote, "In a place like this, you can make friends without even talking." Music is a universal language. It connects people, gives us something to bond over, from the most extroverted musician to the shyest of us. This past weekend taught me, among other things, the sheer power of making music together.
It also helped that our repertoire was awesome. We sang absurd pieces, spunky pieces, cathartic pieces, one filled with exuberance, one with reverence, one with ridiculousness, one with overwhelming grief. I'll see if I can post the audio of our concert once I receive it.
I was never particularly thrilled about singing soprano 2 for honor choir, since I prefer to sing alto, but it turned out fine. It was a good thing to get out of my comfort zone. I actually think doing so much singing in my higher register expanded my range, so that's a plus! In addition, the sopranos got to stand next to the basses for the concert, which is always enjoyable.



The BHS constituent with Dr. Head and Mrs. Perry (from Facebook).


During the weekend, I got to know a lot of people, but I also got to know more about myself. I learned about the effect music has on me and I learned ways I can share that with others. We had to fill out a few questions for our director, and one of them was to tell why we would recommend for someone to audition for honor choir. My response was, "Because music fills the heart in a way nothing else can, and when you're singing with incredibly talented musicians, your heart remains full and overflowing."
It's funny, because I never even considered myself a musical person until sometime last year. If you had asked my 14-year-old self, I would have said that I took piano and voice lessons, but I would not have said I'm a musician. Now I know, I am a musician.



With the friendies after the concert!

From Number Six' Blog

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Lent, and other things of interest

Lent is upon us! It started off with Mom's birthday. We had cake the night before.






On Ash Wednesday we went to 7am Mass, so Tessie was sporting an ashen forehead at school all day.



Did I mention it's been snowing almost every day since February began?
Later that day we went to an interesting lecture about J.R.R. Tokien and the middle ages "theory of courage" and comitates oath. I don't have any pictures, but the room was packed.



Patrick came for a visit on the long weekend, and he met up with us at a choir concert of Thomas's.





We had fun with Patrick (when we weren't at birthday parties!), and after Mass on Sunday we went to the coffee shop. There we found dad in the college newspaper.





Also, mom and I made Valentine cookies for Thomas's geography club fundraiser.





It's been a fun Lent so far!




[All photos stolen from Mom's Facebook]




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Number Six blogs about her trip

I decided to let her tell about trip herself... Next post I will add some of my facebook posts through the ordeal!

This is on her blog Earl Gray SOliloquy:

March for Life 2016: The Saga

I am finally home. I got home at 7:30 this morning, went to bed at 9, and woke up at 2:30 this afternoon.
You've probably heard all about our adventures on the news, but I'll start at the beginning.
Traveling to D.C.
The trip there was uneventful. It was long, but we expected that. We left the Cathedral around 1:30 on Wednesday and arrived at our hotel in Washington, D.C. around 4pm on Thursday. So far so good. We went to the Life is Very Good youth rally in Virginia and returned to the hotel to sleep in much-appreciated beds. At Mass that evening, our leaders told us of their decision to leave D.C. right after the March in an attempt to escape the storm. We were a little bummed but still excited for the March.

The March
We had Mass in the hotel on Friday morning, went out to breakfast, took an impromptu walk to see some monuments, and then loaded the buses. We were one of the first groups to arrive at the Washington Monument for the opening of the March for Life. It was cold at the time but hadn't started snowing yet. The speakers were great and I was amazed at the number of people there, despite the many groups which had cancelled due to the oncoming weather. It started snowing around noon and continued all through the March. It was a wonderful experience to be standing up for our beliefs among so many other people who shared them. It gave us a certain connection to everyone there. Two people from Fox News stopped and interviewed two of my friends. It was cool that they covered the March, even if they talked mainly about the weather. We walked on, singing, cheering, and holding our signs so they blocked the snow from our faces. Smiles everywhere. We were all soaked when we loaded the buses and started back toward South Dakota.

Stranded
And then came the part of our trip that made national--nay, international--news. We were driving along the Pennsylvania turnpike around 9pm that night when suddenly our bus rolled to a stop. Our leaders told us there was an accident about 10 miles ahead so traffic was slow, but we should be out soon.
That "soon" turned into 1-3 hours.
And 1-3 hours turned into 8.
The next morning we woke up and still had not moved. It was still snowing, and there was a lot of accumulation. The bus next to us had a good 6 inches of fresh snow on its roof. The leaders told us the National Guard had been called in, and it couldn't be long now.
We were still in the same place at noon, when we heard some of the other groups were getting together and having Mass. I remember that just before this, I had commented on how badly the day was going. I thought, "Seriously, they're going to have Mass in the snow?" But I went anyway and I'm so glad I did. It was one of the best Masses I've ever been to. The snow was coming down on us in large, wet flakes and we stood and shivered. The priests only had about 20 hosts so very few people were able to receive the Eucharist. (There were about 300 people at the Mass.) But we prayed and sang together like we had been stranded for no other reason. The entire Mass I was in awe...who gets the experience of going to Mass on the side of the road, standing in over a foot of snow, while more snow is being dumped on them by the minute? And yet there was so much joy. When Mass ended we all had light hearts and returned to our buses with renewed optimism.


Food was becoming scarce. We still had plenty of snacks, but everyone was longing for an actual meal. Some of our group walked to the Department of Transportation and eventually came back with pizza for us. It was cold and we had to share our pieces, but it tasted so good at the time!
Another few hours went by. It was dark out now. The leaders told us that it wouldn't be long now, there was only about half a mile of vehicles still to be unstuck. They told us that a Catholic church in Bedford, PA, St. Thomas the Apostle, was offering us dinner and lodging for the night. I have never been so happy at the thought of sleeping on a concrete floor. Finally we got unstuck--we clapped and cheered as the bus started moving. We headed back east to Bedford, where they gave us a delicious meal of pasta and fruit, we had Saturday anticipatory Mass, and got ready for bed. Another bus of UNL students arrived as we were going to bed.

The Road Home
The next morning we woke, packed up, and started on our way. The turnpike was still closed, so we took a longer route home. We were so happy to be moving, seeing blue sky, and heading home. We gave a huge thank you to our bus driver, Craig, who stuck it out with us for 22 hours. That day went by fast. We had a time of sharing our experiences with the rest of the group, we said the Chaplet and the Rosary.
We finally pulled into the Cathedral parking lot at almost 6am this morning. The news reporters had cameras set up and we got off the bus singing Holy God We Praise Thy Name. As we stepped out, the bishop gave each of us a hug and said "Welcome home."
Publicity
One of our leaders had taken and posted a video of our roadside Mass. All throughout the rest of the trip he was updating us on the number of hits it had. The last I heard was 1.8 million. We had Skype interviews with several news agencies, and even BBC news asked him if they could use his video. Our story is all over the internet. If you google search "Pennsylvania turnpike Mass," you'll see what I mean.
We are convinced God planned it that way. The media never covers the March for Life, but with this story, the pro-life movement reached people it never would have. We have so many things to be thankful for. Our bishop called us martyrs, which means witnesses. Our priest compared our story to the Passion of Christ and the Bible story of Gideon. God has something amazing planned. We will bring an end to abortion once and for all.
(And here, if you want a 12-minute long documentary of our trip.)


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Number Six blogs about reading LesMis

Do not miss this one! I'd like to say I'm her biggest fan but Husband is right up there with me!


EARL GREY SOLILOQUY

Friday, January 8, 2016

Les Misèrables

I just finished reading Les Misèrables by Victor Hugo, and I loved it. (If you're thinking, but the musical was so boring and plot-less, that's because the musical has like 11.2% of the plot in it.)
There's a lot I could say about this book...first of all, that it is not for the faint of heart. This was 1200 pages jam-packed with compelling plot and character development, generous amounts of philosophizing and going off on tangents (what is it with Hugo and the Battle of Waterloo??), fascinating descriptions, and understated eloquence. You name a subject, Hugo probably mentions it in Les Misèrables. This is a book of epic proportions, especially theme-wise. He covered everything from street slang in Paris to the history of the sewer system, from life in a convent to the romanticism of poor law students. All within the frame of a thrilling plot about love, death, vengeance, justice, and redemption.

Some interesting points about Les Misèrables:

It's long. I know I already said this, but it merits saying more than once. It took me months to read, and not because I lacked interest. Surprisingly, though, it's not lengthy because it was serialized, like many books were.

It was written over a space of about twenty years. Victor Hugo finished the first draft in 1848, then didn't touch it for twelve years. It was finally completed in 1862. Within the novel you can see how the passage of time served to let the author's ideas mature and his writing develop into a uniquely concise and keen eloquence.

It's sprinkled with scores of perfect quotes. One peculiarity of Hugo's writing style is that sometimes (actually rather often) he ends a paragraph with a brief but incisive statement, thus leaving the present topic. It makes for numerous little gems and a lot of food for thought. Often I read one of these, put the book down, and pondered on just that one sentence for a while. I tried to find an example, but it's hard to wade through that much writing.

It has an overarching theme of hope, which Victor Hugo expertly lets bleed through every incident in the novel. It is called Les Misèrables, but it does not by any means give an impression of despair. Quite the contrary. Hugo was a master at theme.

It is incredibly detailed. As stated above. Have you ever wanted to know the life story of the bishop who has about three minutes of screen time in the movie? Did you ever wish you had a 50-page report on the Battle of Waterloo, emphasizing the role of the weather in the outcome of that battle? 

Or wondered about the Argot slang of Paris's criminals? Or wanted to know the history of Paris's sewer system, plus be treated to the author's opinion on said sewer system? And let's not even mention the smaller deviations. In fact, these feats of un-plot-related treatise earned themselves a T-shirt.

The chapter names are priceless. Some of my personal favorites:

Excess of zeal on the part of Gavroche
What to do in a bottomless pit except talk?
Questions that may be contained in a revelation
An aspirant centenarian
The goblin appears to Marius
The hatching of crimes in the incubator of prison
A group which nearly became historic

Just a sampling.

The plot is dramatic. For those of you who have seen the movie, you may be of the opinion that the drama was supplied entirely by the music and the cinematography. And you'd be right...about the movie. But the book is a different story. (See what I did there?) I especially remember one episode which I thought would make a great movie on its own. But the writers of the musical seemed to think it unnecessary.

It's worth the commitment to read. If you're going to read Les Misèrables, please don't flake out and skip all the random stuff. (See above.) It may not technically add to the plot, but it's fabulous writing nevertheless, plus it gives a great picture of 19th-century France and Victor Hugo's opinions on, well, everything. You won't regret slogging through that 50-page account of Waterloo when you get to the end. One of the things I like about the fact that it's such a commitment to read, is that it gives you a sense of going through it all with the characters. The plot spans decades, and reading all 1200 pages ensures you don't miss a minute of those decades. Plus, why not read more great writing? More room means more worldbuilding, character development, and plot twists.

You should read it. You may not have known this when you started reading this blog post, but it's true. I don't know why teachers don't make their students read Les Misèrables in literature class. It's certainly got enough substance. In addition to being entertaining, didactic, thought-provoking, and cathartic.

Posted by Maria B-H at 9:59 PM

Snow!

Another Christmas gift was the plentiful and pretty snow--with temperatures that did not dip very much. 

Number Five took some photos, as did Numbers Six and Seven as you can see in Number Six's blog.

Number Six's post on Crime & Punishment

Hers is probably my favorite blog in the whole world! This is an outstanding post in so many ways.

Earl Grey Soliloquy

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Crime & Punishment

Today our Russian Lit class will finish discussing Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky. I enjoyed it a lot more than I was expecting to--it was fascinating, intense, unpredictable, and so different from anything I had read. The story focuses a lot on the inward state of the characters, because that is the real driver of the plot, but that's not to say it doesn't have its share of action.
I loved how much it emphasized the fact that no one is either all good or all bad; rather, all the characters lay in varying levels of the gray area. Even the most virtuous characters have their moments of questionable decisions and moral ambiguity. Despite this, it's easy to tell which characters are bad news. Dostoevsky's characters are incredible nuanced. Each of the icky characters is icky in his own unique way, and the reality of their ickiness makes you cringe.
The entire host of characters is varied, human, and rigorously alive. Dostoevsky manages to dig deep into each character's soul, sometimes bypassing such trivial things as physical description, and brings the character's true motives into the light in very few words.
And then we come to the plot. The story is heavily introspective. Every plot point that occurs has something to do with the mental, emotional, or spiritual state of those involved. Moments of discovery, redemption, or tribulation are shown mainly through the thoughts of the characters. I expected to get tired of this, but I didn't. Nowadays everyone tells writers to "show, don't tell," but look at what Dostoevsky has crafted by putting action secondary to character development. It is one of those few stories in which the plot is driven by the character development, rather than driving the character development.
Dostoevsky doesn't gloss over things. His descriptions are blunt, straightforward, and sometimes brutal. He makes you feel what the character is feeling, often down to physical sensations. The mood of each scene is revealed in the way it makes the reader feel, as much as in the way it makes the characters feel.
I didn't really like the epilogue, but that's personal preference. I wanted to read more!
If you're looking for a book that challenges your intellect through the lens of vivacious characters, an impelling plot, and wonderful writing, read Crime and Punishment.
(Oh, and if it sounds a bit somber for you, I promise there are funny parts!)

From Number Six's blog

I am probably her biggest fan... I love her sense of humor and clever language!

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

The School Year...and some fun stuff.

Today, Mom and I went school shopping.You know what that means! Notebooks! Hooray!

*Ahem* Anyway, we also signed up for online classes today and are figuring out my schedule for the school year. This year I am doing:
-Algebra 2 (online with Kolbe Academy)
-Chemistry (online with Kolbe Academy)
-American History
-Latin American History (online with Homeschool Connections) (yes, both histories, because why not?)
-Church History for theology
-Russian Literature with Dad
-The usual piano, voice, maybe organ lessons
-Fiction Writing Critique Group with Prof. Conroy
-Concert Choir at the high school
...So yeah, a fairly easy year, considering.
And speaking of Concert Choir, we had our retreat on Monday. (For choirs, "retreat" means you take a day to learn songs and do team building.) It was somewhat overwhelming and exhausting but very fun! I'm looking forward to that...except maybe the fact that I'm gonna have to actually get dressed every day. Like a normal, school-going person. Hmm...

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