The hills are alive with the sound of music, and the convent is alive with the sound of anguished moans.
Actually, right now the convent is pretty quiet, because most of the students have ventured forth from these hallowed halls, in search of local information to complete assignments.The past couple nights here in the convent have certainly been filled with the sounds of moaning, however, and many a fustrated cry has also split the air. We are all responsible for measuring one outbuilding and one house during our time in Witless Bay, and then completing a scaled down, mostly-accurate drawn floor plan for the same.
Anguished exhalations of “it doesn’t add up!” have rent the air, along with dubious ponderings such as “Is it possible for all the walls to be different sizes?” and “are the windows supposed to line up?” have been a constant refrain. I think we’re all starting to get the drawings under control and approaching completion, however. That is not taking into account the written reports on each building.
The house plans have been completed in groups–if you’ve ever tried to measure a 17 foot wall, you’ll understand why. It often takes at least two people to hold the measuring tape, and another to draw. Group work always has drawbacks, of course. Trying to coordinate three people’s schedules is one of them, internal inconsistency in measuring is another one of them. Trying to interpret other people’s systems of measuring and recording is occasionally difficult.
We all seem to be managing these hurdles fairly splendidly, however, which is wonderful. As time is quickly running out (Tuesday night-Wenesday-Thursday-Friday-Saturday- Oh no!) we’re all managing the pressure–so far.