the worst dinner in the whole world revisited, the shoe

Since the weather is getting colder, yesterday I decided to make soup for the first time in a while.  We had taco soup, or, as you may remember it from earlier this year, The Worst Dinner In the Whole World.

Here is Greg, seven months later, eyeing the taco soup.

Two seconds later, Greg decides to avail himself of some crackers remaining in his lunchbox.

Peter and Princess liked it just fine.

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I am missing Peter while he is at school far more than I thought I would.

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My college degree was a B.S. in Environmental Planning.  Not because I was interested in Environmental Planning, but because it was the second semester of my junior year, I couldn't figure out what I wanted to do with my life, and that was the degree that got me out with the least amount of credits and the least amount of math.  The Environmental Planning department was a sub-department of the Landscape Architecture school, and thus one of the core courses I had to complete for graduation was a six credit studio course of Intro of Basic Landscape Architecture blah blah blah.

It was a very drawing-oriented course.  The first assignment was to draw a picture of your shoe. The other students, almost all of whom were Landscape Architecture students (who actually wanted to be Landscape Architecture students), brought in these amazing sketches of their shoes, with appropriate perspective, shading, etc.  It was essentially an art studio class.

I can't draw my way out of a paper bag. I would have had better luck if I had traced my shoe on the paper.

All the pictures were hung on the wall, and then the professor critiqued them.  When he got to my shoe, he paused, said "Okayyyyyyy.....are you an Environmental Planning student, by any chance?"  He very kindly gifted me with a C+ at the end of the semester.

Last night my first assignment was due for my design class.  I brought in my hand-drawn floor and elevation plan. I had some difficulty with the scale and the math (math = my nemesis).

It was like deja vu. I pulled out my simple drawings, and the girl next to me pulled out her architectural plans, complete with soffit lines and furniture.  The professor went around to each desk for a critique.  He got to my desk, paused, and said "Okayyyyy....."

At least he didn't ask me if I was an Environmental Planning major.