So this is like when you walk into your sixth grads class and there's some timid looking substitute teacher sitting at the teacher's desk. And there's just a huge wall of kid noise and paper airplanes and sitting on desks with backs to the substitute who is pretending nothing much is happening. And one of the kids is talking to the sub saying "Mr. Jones always has us go out on the grass and have class under the tree."
Newby once more! All my sins are washed away in the blood of the lamb! The weight of eternal punishment lifted from my shoulders! Hallelujah!!