Field Trip day at College #1

Today we started earlier. We had to be there at 8:15am, though the class didn't start until 8:45. Our writing class was longer by double because the rest of the day was planed for a field trip -we'll get to that later-.

So today in writing we awaited our guest author/poet. I shalt tell her name because she wasn't to come in today [tomorrow and Friday instead] and it would ruin the fun of later posts to tell you now! As we awaited her, for we did not know she wasn't coming yet, we read our poems from the day before [remember you can read all my college work at my writing blog: http://your-entering-the-world-of-word.blogspot.com/]. It was interesting and everyone seemed to like my poem and the way it portrayed fear and yest beauty.

While everyone was reading there's i found my hand was writing. I wrote another poem that they aloud me to read for the class. I asked everyone for a title idea, because i didn't like mine. They helped me very well and the piece is now titled Against the Night Sky. After we finished we found out our guest would not be showing so we headed in a new direction. We broke out the crayons and construction paper and started drawing.

I had no inspiration for a drawing at the time and ended up just making a poster of randomness. When we were done we were to walk around and either draw inspiration from one another or from our own work for a story, poem, etc. I chose my own. One of the random things on my poster was of a pair of eyes surrounded by fire. I spent my time writing a short story titled Fire Eyes.

After thus we went on our field trip. We went to MOCA -the museum of contemporary art- and looked at regional art work. It was highly interesting and I may do a blog about it at a later time. We also went to a museum that had all ink print work by Andy Warhol. It was very interesting. On our last leg of the trip, we went and saw the Thinker in all its destroyed glory. We also went to a lagoon where i was inspired to write another rather long short story and draw a sketch of a weeping willow -i love weeping willows as you will find out the more you read about me-

After we got back from our trip I was to stay for another hour as i awaited the arrival of my mum from work. I was able to talk to my art instructor about our day and my works in both art and writing. She also was nice and lent me five quarters for a drink because i was dying. I have to pay her back..... note to self...oh wait its already written now ok that works!

That's all for today.

until the next post, this was Angela N. Tharp