Yesterday was a tragic day. I woke up, rolled out of bed, and grabbed the closest pair of pants I could find. These pants that I grabbed were my only real pair of nice pants that I own on this trip and they were the same pair that I had been wearing for almost 2 weeks straight. Don’t worry… they still smelled remotely decent! Anyways, I walked out of our room and went to church. Afterwards Emilie, Morgan, Jimmy, and I were playing volleyball, and it was a pretty intense game of bump ball. Oh yeah! During the course of this crazy intense game, Morgan hammered a spike ball at me. So I swooped down to dig it and as I did so, my pants tore right down the seam beginning at the crouch of the pants and it ended near my kneecap. It was quite devastating, but at least now I have great ventilation!
