quarantined

Jake, Jason and Seminary Dude (I forget his name) refused to come in, but needed to borrow a book.


Thursday night, before the Indiana road trip, housemate Kate was upchucking all night in the bathroom.
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Upon returning home from our cancelled match against Lee in Indiana, half the BG house was held hostage by the stomach flu. We were victims of diarrhea, stomach cramps, fever, vomiting, and body aches. For over 24 hours the only thing that could lift my head from the ground and release me from the fetal position was an excruciating and temperemental bladder or overactive stomach muscles.

Sunday was a miserable day. But at least we were miserable together.

We endured one entire season marathon of America's Next Top Model because each of us were incapable of retrieving the remote. We suffered through Britney's painful opening-performance for MTVs Video Music Awards. But the redeeming factor: We had access to season three of The Office because of Kate's boyfriend Ty.

I called in sick to work. I missed beginning basketball. And the Athletic Trainer refused our participation and presence at soccer practice. I made sure of my attendance to my afternoon Media Ethics class with Fleming -- she would have my grade if I hadn't! Or so I thougt. As I arrived she was suprised to see me and announced to the class that she had heard that I "slipped and fell on my own puke." Funny how things can get around in such a small school.

Today I have successfully kept down a banana and rice. I got an acronymous remedy from the athletic trainers: B.R.A.T.S. (banana, rice, apple sauce, toast, saltine crackers). We will move to more complex foods later.

Stiner's boyfriend Noah was sent home from work today as he was upchucking in the bathroom.

Ty threw-up as well.

Coach Gilliam and teammate Jamie suffered from related symptoms on Saturday night/Sunday.

More reports of random trinity students with similar symptoms are increasingly surfacing.