Leaving the Confederacy. Back in Missouri. (I’m a Few Days Late on This.)

The bus tour ended Thursday morning at around 2:00AM. Students, producers, and chaperones all arrived safely and tiredly back in Springfield, MO, ready to go home and get some much-needed sleep. Except for me. Well, I arrived that way, but I had a new-teacher meeting at 8:30 AM that lasted until 3:30 that afternoon. I made it to the meeting sleepy, but on time (I set four alarms, because I was seriously worried I would sleep through any fewer), and drank several cups of coffee on an empty stomach to stay alert and useful.

Our last city was Louisville. There are some awesome buildings in that city, including the 21C Hotel/Art Museum, which some of my kiddos did a story on: 

I’m a nerd for art museums for some reason. I can get sucked into them for hours. I’m not an art buff or anything, I’m just a visual guy, I guess. The art rotates out in this hotel, and many of their current pieces were made out of things…things not commonly used for art, I mean. For example: what appeared to be a painting of a bridge until one gets closer and realizes that it is made out of fish hooks! Thousands and thousands of fish hooks, sticking off of a giant canvas, ready to give you tetanus if you admire too closely. Also, a moose made out of shoes and denim. A walrus made out of beetle shells. The ten-legged tiger fighting a swarm of bees, made out of traffic cones and metal(?) was easily my favorite.

Some of the students and I recorded our own version of “Home” by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeroes to close out our group fun, while still on the bus. Then we all attempted and mostly failed to sleep until reaching actual home.

This trip was stressful and busy for a lot of people, myself included. But I’ve been blessed to be able to attend and visit so many places I wouldn’t have visited otherwise. There is something really great about traveling at rapid speeds with some nice people, and meeting and learning about really unique and nice people for one day or two, and then never seeing them again. Even if you are surrounded by high school students.

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