...you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost...

Today we had a habitat people meeting during lunch, which caused me not to do anthro OR creative writing homework, which turned out sort of okay. And then in the meeting we talked about hanging out as a group and volunteering and talking and stuff which was good.

And then Bill told us that Pastor Thomas, the pastor of the church we went to on Sunday and that hosted one of the potlucks for us, died of a heart attack yesterday. and it hit us all sort of weirdly, I think. Because on the one hand, who's to say we even knew the guy? He lives far far away, we never really talked to him, he doesn't know any of our names. But somehow, I feel that I know him, and I feel that I owe him something. He was the first person in Mississippi that really talked to us and gave us that feeling that makes it "the hospitality state". He had this great big charismatic voice and he made everyone feel good, at least me. It was just really shocking to hear the news I guess, even though logically one could make the case that it shouldn't be. When he was alive, he was really alive, and that's what makes it hard to deal with.

I don't want to complain too much, because I'm sure that he had a greater effect on many more people, who have the right to be sad I guess. But on the other hand I'm glad he was my first impression of Mississippi and of really good, outgoing people.

eh, I was having a sucky day anyways.