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Saturday morning test invigilations are just cruel and unusual punishment, but I only say that because I didn't get myself to bed this morning till 3, partly because I had met a bunch of Redeemer students at Tim Horton's and consumed massive amounts of coffee and then hit up Sarah's house for hot chocolate and unwinding. But the caffeine was still in my veins, so even when I did make it home, sleep was a bit elusive.
But I didn't catch anyone cheating today. Perhaps because an unusually high number of the students ended up being acquaintances from the fencing team. "You're surprised fencers like music?" asked a saberist. "You have to remember it's all about the tempo." And then proceeded to tap out the rhythm for a step lunge. Fencers are such geeks. I love them.
Anyway, thanks to the listening portion of the exam, I have doo-wop stuck in my head. I have decided doo-wop is like aural chocolate, phenylethylamine for the soul, but too much of it might give you cavities....
And to demonstrate that doo-wop is still popular: