Posted on Sunday, March 20th, 2016 by Katie Beedy



I am writing this post from my dorm room’s plushest armchair. I am dressed in sweatpants and nursing my bare, aching feet. I am the most comfortable I have been in a long, long time.

Well, in four days.

On Thursday morning, I boarded a coach bus and set off on my first-ever choir tour. Since then I have been on my feet almost non-stop, standing on metal risers through four hour-and-a-half long concerts and two school visits (all while wearing nylons and surprisingly painful $14 black flats). Now we have returned to Moorhead and performed our final concert, and despite the discomfort, I must say that these last four days have been some of the most beautiful I have ever experienced. Every step of the way was paved with memorable moments. On the bus rides, I shared laughs with my fellow alto and COBBlogger, Ali Froslie. In the evenings, we ate dinners prepared by little Lutheran church ladies. In the tiny town of Dawson, Minnesota, we sang “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” with an auditorium full of students grades K-12. In Willmar, we sang in a circular church beneath the glow of a skylight that was designed to emulate the sun. When we reached the climax in Aaron McDermid’s “Te Lucis Ante Terminum,”  I felt goosebumps pop up beneath my nylons. On Saturday, I looked out into the audience to see Isaac smiling back at me. After each concert, I was welcomed into the homes of complete strangers and offered food and delightful conversation. During our special devotional activity this afternoon, I was reminded of my value within the choir.

I would repeat those magical moments everyday if I could– even if it meant dealing with some swollen feet.



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Hi there! My name is Katie Beedy and I am a communication studies and multimedia journalism double major, class of 2018. I am also considering a minor in women’s and gender studies. I have lived here in lovely Moorhead, Minnesota for my entire life. After years of telling myself that I needed to break free and go to school far away, I finally gave in to the voice in my head telling me that Concordia was where I needed to be (and my goodness, am I glad I did). I don’t think any other school could better suit my combined passions for music, theatre, people, literature, food, social justice, adventures, and corn-related puns.

I love words and I love Concordia. I hope to use these loves to share my Cobber experience with you all.