This morning, I made an effort to get to Europe's Capital Cities class on time. As it's been about three weeks since I've been there on time, and I missed two classes, I felt that I really should make more of an effort. I went to bed early - around 12:30 and then I got up at 6 to study for today's quiz. I gave up around 8 and got ready for class and left at 8:30, arriving 10 minutes early. How is it that if I leave at 8:40 I'm always 10 minutes late? Odd, isn't it? I think I've just finally reached the end of my endurance and some sleep was due.
For site, we went to Nine Mile Run. Professor Christine managed to fit 11 of us in her van. She joked that she'd better not get in an accident because killing a quarter of the class would probably get her fired. I thought that was quite amusing. At Nine Mile Run, a fascinating speaker lady took us on a tour. She was extremely enthusiastic about the restoration of the place, and told us all about the river. For example, definitely don't touch the water, because anything that was in the city sewers does not in fact go to a treatment plant. It just goes right into the river - so if you're walking your dog and you pick up the poop, don't put that into a storm drain, because it's just going to come out somewhere just as inconvenient as the roadside. Speaking of dog poop, just about everyone in our class managed to step on some at some point during the tour.
After studio, I ran a few errands and picked up my kids' homeworks. Many late ones, tsk tsk. I also handed in my time card, and slept through enviro, woke up with a headache. Guess I deserved that for sleeping in class.
And in studio, Kellen and Adam made an art installation using our studio stools and fancy lighting. Somehow they managed to balance about 10 stools on a 2x4 so it's completely suspended in the air. There was a prospective student visiting and I told them they should go and take a peek at the awesome exhibit. After studio, I found out the Adam and Kellen had caught a Sphinx moth. They're really, really large, but very pretty. People were most surprised that I didn't scream like a sissy and instead said, "Whoooooaaaa! COOOOL!" My reasoning was that it was in the make-shift chicken wire cage, so I knew it couldn't fly into my face. They are feeding it on apple juice. I'm not sure how long it will live on that. People were worried they were dead, but I seem to recall that after dying, moths loose the brilliant colors they have. It was standing in such a way, though, that seemed to say that it wants desperately to get out. Maybe we should have made a cage for the praying mantis too...except it probably would have snipped through the chicken wire...
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