Did someone say trebuchet? I thought not.

Hey!

On Friday I woke up and got my things around to go to Helene’s for the weekend. Helen and Helene had decided that I would not be going to Renmark for the weekend. The car ride is about 3 to 4 hours and I know that I can’t sit for that long of a time since sitting is quite painful. Before Helene arrived I took down some of my wall decorations since I will be moving. I am going to be house sitting in Helen’s house starting on Tuesday since she will be in Melbourne at her daughter’s wedding. Then the following Monday after that I will be shifting into my new house which is just down the block from Helen's.

Helene picked me up at about 1:30ish and we were off to her house. I stayed the weekend in her family’s office room. I did feel quite bad because the internet outlet area had to be moved downstairs and the boys (I say the boys because I never see anyone else on a computer at their house) couldn’t use the computer in that room while I was there.

Anyway I got settled in and then we were off to pick up Katarina from school. Katarina goes to Concordia College which is just kitty corner from where I will be living in a week. Concordia is about half the size of Wartburg. They wear uniforms at Concordia and this always seems so foreign to me because I had the opportunity to wear what I wanted to school. I see the plus of having uniforms, but I rather liked my jeans and hoodie attire back in high school - and pretty much what I wear to Wartburg classes too. I am not a huge fan of dresses and that's what the girls wear for a uniform. I think I'll stick with my jeans and hoodie. Anyway before we picked Katarina up, Helen drove me past my new house - it's huge! Well, compared to other houses here, it's not quite as big, but that doesn't bother me. It has at least three bedrooms (that way we won't have to share with each other), a washing machine, a fridge, a basketball hoop and some trees with nets over them. It could have more stuff, I really won't know until I get there. What I do know is what I have seen.

We ended up picking up Katarina and her double bass. We then drove back to the Schulz home and I went to sleep for a little while. We ate supper (I don't remember what it was, but it was quite delicious) and then I heard about Simon's trebuchet for the umpteenth time.

He is going to uni for engineering and during O-Week they have this competition between the 1st year and 3rd year engineers where they build things. It does seem quite unfair to have the 1st-years pitted against the 3rd-years. His first year in the competition it was building a water rocket and this year it was a trebuchet. A trebuchet for those who don't know is a thing that catapults objects into the air. Anyway, his team won the competition and they got a total of $750. I learned that Simon also won the water rocket contest by "thinking outside the box" - going outside the vague rules given, but since the rules weren't explicit - it was okay. Basically they cheated and won. Simon and his family say that it wasn't cheating, just lateral thinking. It's still cheating in my book.

So this year in the trebuchet, Simon was again "thinking outside the box" and noticed that the rules didn't say how many balls your trebuchet is allowed to shoot at once. So they had configured their trebuchet to be able to throw at least three balls. Turns out they didn't need to do that because their trebuchet was one of the better ones in the competition and wasn't knocked out like others were. If they had gone with the three-ball thrown-at-once I would have said they were cheating. They were throwing woffle balls which was kind of a wussy thing for a trebuchet to be throwing I thought. But anyway I heard about the trebuchet contest so freakin' much over the weekend that I am scarred for life. After supper, I think I went back to bed. I'm not sure if it was the drugs making me tired or the fact that I didn't want to hear another word about damn trebuchets.

Cheers.