A is for Attic

I am currently leading two Bible studies: one for freshmen and one for upperclassmen. My upperclassmen study meets Thursday evenings in Lee Hall, one the main campus buildings. This past Thursday, one of the women who comes noticed that the elevator had a level "A", and decided that we all should go with her to see what level A was all about.

We thought it might have stood for Atrium, and were expecting large conference rooms and other administrative offices. But the elevator doors opened onto a small room with a few dust-covered boxes. There was also a ladder that led up to either the roof or an electrical box. One of the women, Mary, climbed up the ladder and tried to open the door, but couldn't get it opened. Although, in hindsight, that might have been a good thing.

We thought it the space was pretty cool, and took a few minutes to look around, explore everything in our small surroundings. We had finished looking around when we realized the elevator call button wasn't working. We could push the button, but the light wouldn't go on. And then we realized you needed a key to call the elevator. But we weren't panicking because there was still a door, which we could tell led to the stairwell. Except that door was also locked. We were legitimately trapped in the attic of Lee Hall. 

Thankfully, we did have cell reception! So Tracy, another member of the study, called her boyfriend to please come to Lee Hall and take the elevator to A but told him to not get off the elevator! Once we all knew we were only stuck for a few minutes more, we broke down and started laughing hysterically. Who gets trapped in an attic of an academic building?!? The look on Tracy's boyfriend's face when the elevator doors opened was priceless.

And now we know what the A stands for.

Flat Tire

I walked out of the CCM today, and found that my car had a flat tire. It had been going a little flat a few weeks ago, but a teammate used his bike pump to fill it up, and there didn't seem to be too many problems after that. Until now; when it was very noticeably flat. I even tried to drive on it, to see if I could make it over to the shop, but as soon as I started backing out of my parking spot, I knew there was no way I would make it with my tire in the shape that it was.

Before leaving for Virginia, my dad, with great foresight, taught me how to put on the spare tire. Fortunately for me, however, another teammate was around who actually knew what he was doing! (I probably could have gotten the tire off eventually, but Rob was able to do in easily half the time it would have taken me.) Unfortunately for Rob, however, the tire was stuck to the car, like really stuck. It was not coming off! He tried, and then a student tried, we sprayed WD-40 on it, but it just wouldn't budge.

So we left the flat tire on, and just filled it up with air so that I could bring it in. We found a bike pump in the shed, my teammate filled it up again, and I drove it over to Sears. Which is where I am now, catching up on some work and waiting for them to return my car! So far, it's been a great opportunity to practice patience...