It was that time of the spring semester again. The entire campus came to a standstill for one week (well really for weeks before but professors don't seem to care about that). SPRING SING WEEK! On Saturday nearly the entire student population - granted there are only 1200 of us - with our friends, families, alumni, faculty and basically every single person in California that is somehow related to Westmont College packed into the Santa Barbara Bowl for a night of epic proportions. And by that I mean us students making absolute fools of ourselves and showing off our nonexistent vocal abilities in 8 minute skits. Dorms competing vigorously against each other (guys and girls split except in my tiny dorm) all for a pizza party - oh and absolute bragging rights.
My dorm, Emerson, has never in the history of Spring Sing even placed. This year we set out to change that. Expectations were extremely high for my dorm, but we were prepared to deliver. As I'm driving down to the bowl, a few rain drop started to fall on my window. Then a few more, faster and faster they droped. By the time I get to the bowl, it's close to pouring. The vast majority of everybody's props and costumes are made of cardboard and water based paint - not good. But, as they say, the show must go on, and go on it did! It poured while we waited in line for over an hour outside the bowl and while we took our seats - the students sitting in the now half flooded pit. By the grace of God, the rain stopped and the skies cleared right before the fist skit went on - and yes because this is a Christian college everybody was praying for it to clear up. I guess God wanted to see the show too, and no dorm disappointed. And honestly, the rain made the night so much more memorable. It was epic.
Apart from some soaking wet costumes, out act went almost flawlessly. We had the entire Santa Barbara Bowl laughing nonstop. When the last dances had been danced, and the last songs sung, it was time for the awards to be handed out. The whisper in the pit was that it had to be Emerson taking home the gold. There had never been an Emerson skit like ours, we could almost smell the gold. When the awards were handed out, we made history but fell one place short of gold. Page Men went home with the gold, Emerson silver, and Armington Women took the bronze.
I can't deny that I wasn't a little bummed. Page Men were good, but I thought we were better. And I've only heard from students that it should have been Emerson, but o well. We still made history and we had a ridiculous amount of fun in the process. Plus we made the front page of Westmont's newspaper, not page men.
Here are a few film shots from our soaking wet evening:
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