Define: Art

Blogger informs me that my last post was March 1. Has it really been that long?
Oops.

I'm over halfway into my program at Douglas J now, which is really scary. November seems so far away, but it seems like January just happened, so I know it's going to be here before I know it.

Next week I'll be out at camp, I am so pumped! I'll be working with Explorers (my favorite age group) and I can't wait!

This week is the Ann Arbor Art Fair. Lots of tents with people trying to sell things, lots of roads closed, all that kind of fun stuff. I ride a bus into the downtown area, so it's not that bad for me.

I always cut through an alley and a parking lot to get over to school from where the bus drops me off, and I've never really had a problem. Today, I was walking through the alley, texting, when I slipped. I almost fell, and honestly, my first thought was, "I just stepped in someone's vomit." While it may not be likely, it's at least possible.

I looked down (quickly, because I knew there were people behind me), and, fortunately, it was not vomit. Unfortunately, it was a giant glob of pale green, hot orange, and tan paint. And it now coated my black shoe, and got all over the bottom of my black pants. Lovely.

A girl from my class was walking behind me (not close enough to see what had happened), but I asked if she saw the paint when she walked through, and she said, "Yeah, were those your footprints?" Yes, yes they were.

When I walked back through after school, I was both pleased and displeased to see that other people had stepped in it. Nice to know that I'm not the only one who didn't see it, but it might have been neat to be the only one. I can definitely still tell which footprints are mine, so it's not all bad.


Oh, and the text I was writing when it happened?
"I already don't like the art fair."


P.S.
If anyone knows how to get paint out of clothing...