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Do Not Use, Try Other Door

Hello, it’s us again, bogged down with AP Bio homework and the weight of college applications. On the bright side, we got an article written about the mural, here it is below (Shoutout to Joyce Wu and WSPN (of which I am the number 1 fan and probably only consistent reader)):


Ok exciting story time:
Yesterday we were supposed to meet some people from the Family Promise Metro-west program to take photos of their kids, which we will later turn into portrait drawings to hand out during the holidays. The address we had for the meeting was 6 Mulligan St., which, in case you’re not a Natick geography buff, is this big red church called St. Patrick’s church. We got to the church at around 6:20 just as the sun was setting (there was this really pretty pink/orange/indigo sunset, pictures below), but when we walked up to the main entrance, the door was locked and everything inside was dark and empty. We figured, “ok, maybe we’re a little early, or maybe there’s a different side entrance we should try” so we circled around the church and tried every other door we could find - all locked. Now it was 6:35, and we were getting worried - why was no one else here? Why couldn’t we get in? - so we resolved to try the one door we had overlooked before - the one with the giant sign “under construction, do not use, try other door.” Ok yes, if you’re thinking that’s stupid why would you go in there, in retrospect we agree, we probably should’ve listened to the sign. But the sun had gone down, and it was cold, and we were desperate so in we went to a room with paint and nails on the floor, and down we went a set of rickety metal stairs into a hallway which was - surprise - under construction and not at all a place that could be filled with families or children. 
At this point it was 6:45, we were a good 15 minutes late to the meeting and we still had no idea where to go, which meant it was prime time for another genius idea: we decided to go to the little chapel connected to church (ok this time the sign in front of the door read “all are welcome,” so we were definitely getting smarter). A very awkward experience: we walked into a church service, shuffled around with our camera equipment, hovered next to a basin of holy water, asked some confused church goers whether they were in the family promise program, and then went on a walk of shame back outside. 
After another 10 minutes of circling the building, sitting down on the church’s steps in defeat, and sending multiple SOS-type emails, Ms. Ruether (our art teacher who also volunteers at Family Promise) thankfully came and rescued us. Apparently the meeting had been relocated to a little house down the street from the church, so all the families were very nice about us being late and were super enthusiastic about our project. The kids who got their photos taken were really cute, and one of them was named Your Majesty which is like the most hardcore name we’ve ever heard. Overall, some lovely families and sunsets, some not-so lovely getting lost.

CQOTD: "It was that kind of crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road."


Sunset Glamour Shots (feat. Amelia's silhouette):



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