pst nostalgia (i):
every morning during assembly, we sang songs and danced. it was the perfect subtle introduction to figuring things out as an american in namibia. collectively, we would belt out african words to songs, clueless of the meaning, but shaking and smiling all the while. there were no wall flowers. even at 8am, for the most part, everyone mustered up the energy to join in the chorus. the trainers would stand in front and lead, laughing at our poorly timed dance moves, mispronunciations, and off-key caroling. regardless, this was handily my favorite part of the training day. ok, favorite part other than any of my time spent with auntie martha and the trips to spar (grocery down the road with an amazing bakery).
brad from my group, along with his hiking boots, trombone, and chicken hat, also packed a small professional-grade sound recording device. one morning, he coordinated a recording session so, as trainers and trainees, we could lay down some of our favorite tracks. despite our arrangement in the video, on the average morning, we weren’t organized in this fashion. rather, there would be chairs; the trainers (and on several occasions, shannon, myself, and a couple other pcvs as well) would be in a line facing us at the front; and there would be an equal mix of lethargy and shimmy gusto from the group. but for the most part, for the 8-week PST training period, this was my Counterpoints (north central high school, indianapolis, indiana state-champ show choir)…this was my GLEE.
