The twins have arrived and brought their singing, their Liberian pride, and zest for life, and their jokes with them. I spent all day writing as much as I could in anticipation that I'd lose all rationality trying to keep up with their wit, energy, and curiosity. They've come to talk with my freshmen class and to connect their experiences with Outcast United, by Warren St. John, that we're reading in class.
Boy, I've missed Lossine's singing...non stop harmony, I tell you.
But I'm glad to have some social time in all this first semester chaos.