November 7, 2007 at 5:57 AMSo I'm sitting in the Chan Centre hall, first orchestra rehearsal on Verdi's Requiem and next thing I know, it's pitch black all around and there are shouts and yells and someone trying to get everyone's attention. What a weird feeling to be sitting in a purely pitch black hall surrounded by many but now my entire perception of distance and what was close and what was far, completely thrown off. In a jiffy, cell phones appeared, their little displays illuminating their owners. Needless to say, a blacked out campus wasn't really the most ideal place for a constructive rehearsal so we all made our way to our cases and out the door to the dark campus that awaited. It was so quiet, except for the pattering of rain like hundreds of little feet running delicately across the pavement. It was dark and deserted and downright creepy! Trying to find my stuff in my locker was an adventure and generally just getting around campus - "Oh! Turn left, there's a bush here. I forgot there was a bush here." In addition, puddles in the dark are very lurking and unsuspecting to be stepped in and somehow when you can't hardly see, they seem to somehow appear right where you place your foot and beyond the satisfying "splash" there really is no pleasing thing at all about having your feet and boots soaked and your jeans drenched and muddied.
A blackout sounds oddly peaceful, too!
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