While in bed last night, my mind ran miles and miles. I reflected on the small childlike fantasies where I pack a plastic mold suitcase full of the bare necessities, strap my mary janes, lightly adjust the stray strand in my pigtails, open the proverbial door, and enter my own reflective realm. In a blur of synaptic crossfire signaling in my brain, I recall the Sesame Street episode- a boy with coke bottle glasses meanders the museum looking at paintings and after he passes them, the subjects turn their heads in his direction. behind his back, the characters step out of the canvas into the lobby. A tango couple dressed in flamenco costumes embraces one another then cheek to cheek stride accross the marble floor. When they hear the boy with glasses footsteps, they put their fingers over their lips then meticulously jump into the painting. I want to jump... On the contrary, today Leah Sinnott informed me I display toe cleavage, which, for everyone but podiatrists, is the small gap between your toes. Unbeknownst to me. Tomorrow my governors school geeks visit to lecture to the art classes. Papparazzi time! Even though state of the art does have its limits- I use a disposable camera from the drugstore. Same quality as a 35 mm 200 speed film camera and the price includes photo processing. Generic brands strike again! Until we meet again... "To make an omelette you have to break a few eggs." aka the conclusion to the English group project.