{Warning: the first image is a tad graphic. Scroll quickly past it to see the rest, if your tummy doesn't appreciate dislocated digits.}
"Um, Kevin? I think I broke my toe..."-Margaret, after running into a wall during an exercise.
One of the earliest hints that this was going to be an unceasingly supportive group: giving love for the broken toe. (After the hospital visit, we learned that it was only dislocated, not broken, thankfully.) L-R: back: Jake, Sam. front: Jacob, Margaret, Liz, Jess, and someone's arm...I don't remember whose, I want to say Eliza, but it could be any number of good folks. Damn loss of labels!
Reichts museum (I think? ack! I'm already forgetting!)
What is that which Derrick is so gleefully posing with? Why, an outdoor urinal, of course. 
art is everywhere in Amsterdam. It rises from the ground, it bursts forth from the buildings.
Carla, Derrick, groceries, a walk home.
But Derrick does take the time to stop and smell the roses. 
This in class assignment familiar to anyone?: Characters: A & B
A: accuses
B: questions
A: mocks
B: challenges
A: dismisses, then demands
B: defies
A: threatens
B: confesses
A: berates
B: apologizes
A: dismisses
B: begs
A: condemns
B is writing a letter attempting to persuade someone to give them a break. A enters. The scene happens. A exits.
A lesson in basic and effective scene structure. Produced an amazingly wide range of results, it was really awesome.
And I'll leave you today with a quote from Liz:
"If there is anything to rival fine art, it's a pancake."
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