Today our 3-D class (all ten of us, plus Ms. Johnson) took a trip over to University City to ICA so we could see the exhibit “The Puppet Show.” We took the el there, and that in itself was pretty amusing.

The trip to ICA was interesting. The dancing puppets were kind of frightening, and most of the movies were boring, but I did enjoy the movie about the puppet conference. It was wildly entertaining and Elmo was in it! OHHH. And Fozzie Bear! Hmm, Ben, Kait and I wandered away to the upstairs part and there were photographs… One photograph in particular was quite disturbing — it was a highly malnourished dog eating something that looked horrid. As we were leaving this room, Kait stopped dead in her tracks and started whimpering my name. I turned and just the pure horror on her face shocked me as she said, “It’s that messed up dog….eating.” So I went to where she was and looked at one of the multiple screens they had around the room. We weren’t sure what it was eating…it looked gross. I pulled Kait by her sleeve and told her that we should leave this room.

They had this one display of books along the wall. Kait and I started taking the books off the wall and looking through them. Nikki told us not to because it was someone’s work and it was a display. Apparently she got yelled at? Well upon standing at the top of the ramp, I noticed a small plaque sticker that read, “Read the books! Put them back when you’re done!” Hmmm, something sounds off between Nikki getting yelled at and that sticker.

Anyway, the funniest part of the trip was probably Justina scaring the bejesus out of Eric. PURE HUMOR, folks. Even Ms. Johnson was laughing. Good times, good times.

After we (as in those of us who didn’t bail) were finished at ICA, we headed over to UPenn where we looked at the fibers display. Interesting stuff, especially those spongy looking head figures of important people like John Lennon, Albert Einstein, John F. Kennedy, and Alfred Hitchcock. There was this one work…it was a net structure covered in coated copper wire… I told Kait that I didn’t understand how that was art and so I couldn’t fully appreciate the…well…piece.

Then we went to see what UPenn’s library looked like. Oh my GOD. It was so beautiful. :) I wish I had taken a picture, though I don’t think it would have been appreciated.

Eric didn’t really talk to us the whole time. I think he thinks we don’t like him. This goes back to something that happened on Wednesday in 3-D, but it’s not important. We’re not in high school so…yeah. :)

I’m forever contemplating….WHAT IS THE WHAT?

I’m kinda screwed. At least Durso understands that we’re not going to be at p. …whatever page Book 1 ends on. Whoops.

I sat down at my drafting table and tried to continue my work. I couldn’t keep my focus so I was behind beyond belief. Mr. Rossman had cleaned up my area while I was gone, but left two of the plants behind. I picked them up and put the flower back into the OJ container (the flowers were in an OJ container) and handed him the shriveled up..thing. xD I went back to my table and noticed a small piece of drawing paper, ripped out of a pad, on top of the drawings I did that day. I looked up and watched Karena, Kaitlin, Justina, and Ben create this abstract thing. Earlier, Rossman had given us a dowel. I was out of the room when the double-sided mounting tape circled the room, so I went into the hallway to cover my dowel with the double-sided tape I had bought for his class earlier. I came back in and worked as quick as I could to catch up. As I was building my man-made plant, I started to complain that mine looked wrong. Kaitlin goes, “It’s not wrong, it’s supposed to look like that. Just make another row of paper.”

I had to talk to Mr. Rossman about my plant, because that’s what we were supposed to do, but he was busy with Lindsay. Kaitlin goes, “Do you want ME to make it for you while you’re at Durso’s?” I told her no, that I wanted to do it myself so I know how to do it. Class ends and I stop to ask Mr. Rossman how late he was going to be in the building. He said he was leaving at 4, which is when I’m done for the day. I asked him if he’d be around the next day and he said he’d be there all day. Then I stopped to ask Mr. Shaver a question about what was needed for class and then I told him I’d be a little unprepared.

I was late to Durso’s class, as usual, but he wasn’t there yet so it’s not like it was the end of the world. I felt SO sleepy in that class, so COLD, so everything that wasn’t positive. I felt so bad for being that way in class because he was lecturing the whole time, so it was like I was bored or something. The truth is, I LIKE What is the What, and I enjoy the lectures, but I was just SO not with it.

And then came 2-D. I was late to that class, too. Mr. Shaver must have assumed that I wasn’t coming at all. Understandable. But I was there and when he turned around and saw me, he made that expression that just screams, “OH JEEZ.” Persistence on my part. He made little remarks about me needing to go home, which made me laugh. I then made a deal with him after I got my box. (In the meanwhile I called my mom about picking me up from the train station.) If he would look at my box (he said he wanted to see the box) then I’ll go home. He looked at my project with the box and then as part of the deal, I called my mom back and asked her if she could come and get me from school instead. (She was already in King of Prussia, so I figured it wasn’t a big deal for her to come to Center City to get me. If she were home in Jersey, that’d be a different story.) She agreed and said she was going to stop at my other aunt’s first and then she’d come straight to school to get me.

So I waited… and ended up taking a nap underneath the drafting table I was at. (lol) I woke up a half an hour later, sat up and everyone was busily working. Ben turns around and goes, “Have a nice nap?” I said I did, and that my arm fell asleep. Kaitlin heard me and was like, “EW!” (lol)

Eventually Mommy calls me back and I start packing up to go outside. She was parked on Pine, so all I had to do was cross the street a couple of times (I was in Gershman). I put all of my things on and bid farewell for the day to my classmates and teacher, and got a few well-wishes. :)

I start putting my things in the car and before I get in, my mom starts pulling away! o_O I was like, “Mé, mé!” She goes, “What?” I say, “I’m not even in the car yet!!” (lol) So she stops and I get in. The ENTIRE ride home, she was talking to me. I was trying to nap. When we got into Camden she asked if I wanted to stop in Lindenwold to pick up my car.

Um. If I couldn’t ride the train back to Lindenwold and drive home, why would I want to pick up my car?? So I called my dad and asked him if he could pick up my mom later to go get my car when he gets off of work. He agrees.

We get home and I go straight to bed. Then my mom boinks me on the head after handing me a red envelope from Di (pron. Yi) Bay (pron. Bai). Then she shoves the cell phone in my face (I was hiding under a blanket) and tells me to thank her. I start to say happy new year and thank you and instead of accepting my thanks, she starts lecturing me about how to take care of myself while sick. :|

Then my mom got this fantabulous idea to call the doctor right away.

Long story short: $90 (we don’t have insurance until next month) for the doctor to tell me that I have the flu and that I can take almost any OTC medication for it. :| Waste of time. Anyway, my mom gets me some DayQuil (after realizing that ALL of the flu medication in the house is OUTDATED) and I take my first pill (the sample of Tamaflu) and a few hours later, my mom brings up the DayQuil.

I was in and out of sleep. My mom made me chicken noodle since I said I was hungry. I ate the first bowl up, but was still hungry so my mom made me another bowl. I ate most of that one, which was probably a bad idea. Ten minutes later, I started feeling really nauseous. When I felt that I needed to get to the bathroom, it was too late. When I propped myself up, I just hurled all over the right side of my bed. :(

I got out of bed and went downstairs to get cleaning supplies. I told my mom and she said she’d clean it, but I told her I threw up on the wrong side of the bed and she said, “Why didn’t you turn your head?” :| So I went upstairs, turned on the light and realized I had puked all over my artwork from high school. So I grabbed all of the pieces affected (my optical illusion piece got the worst of it) and tossed it across the floor and cleaned up the floor as best as I could, spraying bleach cleaning over the spot after wiping up the chicken noodle. Then I started working to clean off my art. :( They’re all salvagable, but most need to be repaired/re-matted/re-mounted. I don’t know if some of them are worth trying to save, though.

Despite all of the chills, puking, and everything else, I was feeling so much better by 9:00. So I grabbed my laptop and clay hand and started acting normal. :)

Yesterday I felt so much better so I went to school and got teased by a few people, including Mr. Shaver, who said I had the 20-minute flu. :P

Fun stuff. :D

Yesterday was a first of sorts for me. I did something I hadn’t done since I was in elementary school: I went home early due to illness. I was fine when I got to school, doing my usual hallway nothings~ playing on the computer, chatting with friends. But it was when I was sitting in drawing class trying to draw plants when I suddenly got really cold. Not the kind of cold that can be alleviated with a sweater or jacket; it was the kind of cold that’s internal, the kind of cold you get when you’re sick. Kaitlin joked around and said, “Maybe you’re getting sick!” “No!” I hissed back, “I don’t GET sick!” I guess I was just in denial. I don’t usually get sick…only around holidays.

During break, I went to talk to Mr. Shaver because everyone said it’d be best for me to just go home. I told Kaitlin that this was karma because I told Mr. Shaver that this whole thing was pointless (that’s another story) since I had brought in all of my painting things and we weren’t even painting. Anyway, I asked him if I could speak with him and I wanted him to come out into the hallway with me. I told him that I may not make it through the day (yesterday) and asked if he could look at my painting. He agreed and asked if I had it with me. (He also made a comment about me not looking so well.) I told him it was in my locker and that I’d go get it. I turned to say, “I’ll be back,” but instead said, “Or not.” He was following me.

We got to my locker and I pulled out my painting only to realize I had wrapped it up (in newsprint) like a gift to protect it from the elements and my clumsiness. I complained, “Why did I do this?!” and ripped one end of the tape off. I pulled it out and handed it to him. He said he liked it, that it looked good. He basically then told me to go home, that it’d be best for me. (And that I shouldn’t get him sick, lol.)

I ended up going to the nurse only to find that the nurse wouldn’t take me. She had a meeting to go to. There were two other girls in line and they were the last ones to go. I told the aide that I didn’t want to jump ahead of the girls, so the aide said that she would take my temperature and the first of the two girls would see the nurse. My temperature was 99.7, not too elevated, but slightly.

I went back to drawing and Rossman asked me how I was. I think I told him I didn’t know how I felt, but I was still cold.

>_> Hm. I need to finish this post later. I need to go start my car. :D School time!

LOL While working on my 2-D, I decided to see if I could find extended lyrics to Love Goes Like… by Koda Kumi (I always listen to this song when doing my 2-D hw). I stumbled upon this guy’s blog and his entry about living in Japan. One of the comments to his entry was this: