Our concert is this coming Monday, and we're performing the work of St. Nicholas by Benjamin Britten, a twentieth-century British composer.
I never knew that St. Nicholas had such an interesting life: We sing about swimming in bathtubs, pickled children, jeering sailors, sacks of corn, blinding lightning...
Choir practice is also a good time to meet British folk. Last Monday during break I was chatting with a girl about the British college system versus the American system. I learned that they don't really have grades. I asked, "Do you even know what a GPA is?" "Well, sort of," she said tentatively, "mostly just from watching films." (I guess American movies are useful for many reasons.)
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