Have I mentioned lately how much I LUV skool?  It’s making me heaps-smart.

I got one of my essays back today and here is what my teacher said, “The task criteria are addressed in a sound fashion. However, your insights verge on a much more critical analysis which would demonstrate your flair as a social scientist.”

Right.  I am soooo in the wrong course.  I got penalized for critical analysis?  How am I SUPPOSED to approach it?  Like a hippie?

I think so.  But the problem is – I don’t want to be a hippie!

Today in different class a different teacher said, “I think we should do some sculpturing.  Anyone ever taken Drama?”  Wait a minute … I thought I was enrolled in Peace and Conflict – not a Drama class!!!  So we broke up into groups and silently depicted the word she gave us.  My group was given the word “war.”

Apparently we were heaps-talented because the teacher cried from the sheer power of her emotions. Yeah.  The teacher cried because two of us (who kept laughing) were pointing pretend guns at each other (which were our fingers) and four of us were lying on the ground trying not to laugh.  Not that we weren’t taking it seriously but seriously how seriously did we need to take it?

Then she made us go around the room and share our emotions.  All of the other students were like, “I felt really uncomfortable, like death was in the room,” or “It was so moving to see them standing that way, I really felt their anger with each other,” or “I felt unnerved that two people had guns, even though they were pretend.”

Say what?  Ok the person who said that was DEFINITELY pulling that out of their … well … you know what I mean.

I didn’t have any dumb things to say so I remained silent.  Oh no!!!  The teacher would have none of that.  She picked on me, “Daisy how did you feel?”

I COULD have lied.  And I probably SHOULD have lied but no … I, in my honesty, said, “Yeah so I didn’t realize we were supposed to be emotionally involved in this so I just felt like we were playing around.”

I’ll stop there – you can imagine what the teary-eyed teacher thought of that …

So The Guy Without A Nickname met me after class and we went to lunch.  I blah blah blahed to him about how ridiculous class was and then

WHAM!

My flip-flop got stuck on the curb of the street we were crossing and I fell FLAT.  That’s right.  I fell FLAT ON MY FACE.  It was pretty much the most graceful moment of my life.  And my bruised knees and bloody, cut-up palms are great because now I’ll remember being slammed into the pavement at a speed of light for the rest of the weekend.

Oh joy – today has been fantastic!!!

Friday – I was thankful for the restaurant Brave – mmm – yummy and gluten free!!!

Saturday – I have no doubt that tomorrow I will be grateful that Amazon ships to Australia.  I love Amazon.