A little time off, at the expo if all goes to plan

This evening our IB Director sent my year an email asking us to fill in our offers from Universities and Scholarship Agencies. The file attached had my class on it, which got me thinking - instead of filling in the Excel Spreadsheet with all our names on it with just our own entries and mailing it back, why not do it as a class thing, so we get to update ourselves about where we're all going? I know I've already updated the blogosphere about where I stand, and I'm pretty curious to see where all the cool cats are going.

One of those things I can write on a Meme about myself is that I don't dream. Deliberately so. Thus, when I fell asleep this morning for 40 minutes in between breakfast/QT and leaving for work, it startled me to find that I could remember the dream I had in that time, frame for frame, and in colour. It was a strange storyline, though with characters I know personally but have not spoken to for a some time. What struck me the most was how I dreamt up characters who are stereotypes, like a TYPE of character whom I've met many of in my experience, and I recognized that these dream characters were meant to be stereotypes. Interesting.

Tomorrow I shall be going to the Expo for a little Recee trip, because I've been roped in by Nic to be part of the pre-CAP planning party for 2009, this 5 years after I went through the same programme. A chance to get in touch with that freely creative part of myself. Hopefully we can make it as liberating and out-there as my experience then. I remember one of the lecturers bringing to one plenary a collection of clay elephants from all over the world, and we wrote poetry inspired by them. Exhilirating in that Dead Poet's Society kind of way.