Chaproes is spelt right. Job and I made up that word at the Navy Pier when Kate jumped up our ass for using the word chaps, her supposed word although I've heard that one a million times. For one Kate annoyed me a lot throughout the trip because she kept jumping up my ass for no reason but at the end we did whatever and I'm not sure about it all now. Thank you Job for being there. Had you not been on the trip I may just have well tried to find an exit out of the Sears Tower. For one the chaproes were horrible! All they did all night was make rounds and it was easy for them because there was about 30 of them and they had posts and they make rounds like every 5 seconds and just barge into our rooms whenever they wanted because they all had keys. At one point when we just got there I was getting out of my sweaty undergarments that I wore under my band uniform and the toliet was broken when we got there and Mrs. Milhalko barged in with Mr. Farris and I was standing there in my undies and I was so flustered. It was a complete invasion of privacy. At other points I'd be like (for instance) laying in a bed between Job and Jesse Clark looking at his pictures on his digital camera and of course we weren't doing anything but a chaproe would walk in and just look at us and then walk back out. We figured if they really had a problem with it they'd tell us to separate and we would've. Today (the last day of the trip) before we got on the bus we loaded and then all of the couples or "assumed" couples got bitched out by Zunker. Well I have to go but I'll finish this later.