We have to write a journal of the class.  That shouldn't be too difficult.  Some of the kids, many of whom were pretty obviously there for easy credits, turned in a handwritten mess today.  I'm pretty sure they'll pass.

Our trip took us to Kelley's Island, which was nice enough.  I would like to go there and camp and whatnot sometime.  I think it would be fun.  It definitely felt like we were outside of Ohio. The island was mostly tourist, yes, but it wasn't really overdone.  I think a camping trip with the Nugget is in order. There were plenty of nature preserves and an anvar, which is a rocky outcrop on a lake shore with some certain kind of vegetation.

And I saw Canada today (Pelee Island) from the island but did not visit.  A shame indeed.

The one really annoying and stupid girl drank her lunch today, taking down two triple drinks and three shots in one-half hour.  The ordeal served as proof that alcohol really doesn't make people smarter.  Her drunkenness complemented her outfit, which was a super-short dress and high heals with (and don't ask me how I, or the entire compliment of students do, know) a thong underneath.  It was entertaining to see her stumble over a rocky beach in high heels while drunk.  It was not entertaining to smell her puke in the bus nor piss on the beach.  It was downright disturbing to watch the wrestling team grope her, and hear about her licking them on the beach.

I'll publish my trip journal on our travel site whenever it's finished.  This should provide interesting reading as I detail the exploits of Jen the Bimbo, who is certainly a non-native invasive species.  

In strange news, Amy, who gave her hotel job notice last week in order to take the new job at the zoo, was told today via answering machine message to not come back to work this week.  That's great in one way because that means she gets to avoid the awkward lame duck employee situation.  It's terrible in another way because that's some money this idiot hotel owner screwed us out of.  He's really worthless, but the joke's on him because his hotel is a dirty disgusting soon-to-be-bankrupt mess.

Not much else to report beyond the same old same old.  There's simply not enough time nor money.  This is the common call of the life of Andy & Amy, and it has been ever since there's been an "Andy & Amy" to wax poetically about.  I worry that the lack of time may well end up exacerbating the lack of money, as it's looking well like I might need a fourth year of study to finish everything.  I think Amy might kill me if that's the case.

I guess I should use that as a sort of carrot before the hare.