No field trip this week (there will be two next week) so to change things up, we had two "elective" periods at the end of the day. Bobby has a crew I refer to as Bobby's Guitar Heroes - kids who asked if they can't bring their own guitars in. They are really into the music and they made up the company for his two 45 minute sessions.

Elsewhere on campus, Sheff had two smaller classes, I had sessions with four boys and then three girls, and Jodi and Tim were mostly booked. These electives can get pretty wild, I think there's something about choosing what you do next which invigorates a young person - and makes them kind of crazy.

But I did take a moment during the last period of the day to nose into each room and take a few photos. And I saw an arts camp firing on all cylinders. There was paint joyous being splattered in the gym, Sheff with two of the smallest campers also in the gym (where the air conditioning is plentiful) working ballet, Tim coaching scenes from The Diary of Anne Frank, sounds of quiet, musical concentration, and three girls in my room, hunched over their manuscripts.

We had returned to the subject of metaphor earlier in the day, playing a game to clearly spell out what one is. Later the guys and I played with HYPERBOLE and EXAGGERATION. There are a large number of kids who are deep into writing long stories or scripts about lunchroom politics, relationships, the war, all kinds of things.