I got home from work ten minutes ago. My room is now the old clay room, and I'm actually quite happy. Jon came in and told me the sacred things in the storage room are to be moved tomorrow, which is a bonus. I was disconcerted today that droves of people were flitting into and out of my room because of that storage place -- so if the things are moved and I have that space available I am 100% pleased. Rosanne had stayed late yesterday and worked on arranging the things that had been brought over - the bulk of what we possess. I came in and said I'd thought about it and 1) I needed everything of mine out of that room and into the clay room today, 2) I wasn't giving up any keys until all my things were transferred, 3) it is good if things are a big, crowded mess at first because that's the truth -- I am moving into a smaller room and there's no point having everything look great because half my things were thrown out. Someone coming in should be able to see that, instead of thinking, "Looks great! She must not've needed all that room." At least for this week. I worked with Jos, Vincent, Gabe, Hal, Maureen, and undertook a petition to support Alan's entry into the CTUNI world. Erika came in to ask me if I was angry that she quit the group - no, no. She's madly overextended anyway. Halisa quit, too, which is fine. I'd spent last week explaining it all to her, but she'd rather draw and I can't fault that. Vincent worked on his car in class, and Gabe has been assigned the sports yearbook page. I want him to come up with a heading that will incorporate some of the ideas used in his chocolate bar advertisement (he photographed his hand then erased everything else and "held" a drawing he'd made of a chocolate bar, adding text and a filtered background).
Tiff was there and helped after school by finding garbage recetacles, moving thins around.
It's far too long to go without eating or drinking, however, as I realised driving home.