Bah.
I kinda cleaned the whole annex today, or at least, the part I live in now-a-days.
(Missed the van for my Ethics alcss field trip and her's why:)
Either I heard wrong about the time/place/day, or she left way earlier than 1:30 like she said we were. I walked into the parking lot we were supposed to meet in, It was GB and immediately got the feeling that I missed something or another. It was 1:23 ( I know, I looked at my watch and the clock tower both), and we were suppposed to leave at 1:30 promptly, or so she said.
Well, no one was in the parking lot at all, no classmates, no van, nothing. But, I stayed there until the clock chimed 1:30 and then 5 minutes over.
No one showed up, so I set about to find where her office was. After asking directions, I knocked on her door only to find that no one was in. So, I walked back down the stairs, checked the parking lot once more, went back into Daniel and sat on the chairs below the spiral stair-case and wrote her out a letter explaining what happened and what I did to find them and all, I even dated it and put the time that I actually left the letter.
I went back up the stairs and knocked again to make sure she hadn't mysterious just popped in. Luckily, my poetry Proffessors was in his office at that time and lent me some tape so that I could tape it directly to her door at her head height. (she's about a head shorter than I am or so) [we have e-mail problems, as in, she never gets any of mine *rolls eyes* ya, sucks big ones...]
I asked if he had seen her, but he didn't even know she was 'supposed' to have field trip today at all. [rolls eyes again]
So we talked about pottery and poetry and how I had been sketching designs out in his class and he had noticed and that I should write poetry like I do pottery, without thinking and just let my hands do what they already know how to do. [that really has a potential to be dirty there...but Proffessor Whited is nice, so quit that thought right now!]
[It's about here I remember that this while trip was to the county food bank and I really really wanted to go!]
Back to my original story...and I just closed emm;a window, so I'll just have to re-make it instead of just copy and paste it on here. *cries crocodile tears*
So, I ended up spending from 11:00 a.m. till 1:20 p.m. then 2:00 p.m. until 7:15 p.m. in that bloody place. It was great.
So I decided to clean up. Everything. Well, at first it was just the dust on the floor to get up the Comet, but that's later. Then I had to straighten the chairs. Then that lead to cleaning off the tables, putting everything back where it is supposed to be and organizing the tools and their containers. The containers weren't even, so I had to find more. Then I fixed all the cords laying around.
And then I swept the metal shed and it's tables. Then I gathered all the things that were ready to be bisqued and took them out there. Then I actually loaded and fired the bisque kiln. And let's not forget organizing the shelves and putting away some NOT COVERED RAZOR BLADES up. Which I cut myself on, that's how I found them *rolls eyes*, because I needed to make more space on the shelves for the pottery I found out in the metal shed that needed to be glazed and fired, which I brought in.
I also reorganized all the paintbrushes, trimming tools, sandpaper, unfired pots, unclaimed pots, plastic bags, nails, bats, mugs, and whatevr else was lying around.
In the end, I only demmirt two of my pots, which is ok, because I only had two left to be trimmed up anyways. But I didn't throw any new ones, and that's not good. But, somehow, I'm sure I'll evil.
Well, laters for me, I need to go curl up with my blanket. Night peeps.