If it's spring semester, it must be time for the annual plaster pour! The most wonderful time of the year...
It's sort of a tradition to build excitement by digging up a bunch of photos from previous years. Anne, just left of the yellow bucket of plaster, provided some from the years my computer has lost.
When you've done this for a lot of years, you remember the students individually, but sometimes you forget that Jamea, Dublin and Buttercup all overlapped in the same freshman level class.
But you never forget the chaos of the day. I love plaster pouring day.
This year the first class to pour was Emily's Wednesday evening class. This was Emily's first class as a professor and she was a student in this class just a few years ago. It always starts out looking so organized and prepared.
The students all look so clean and innocent.
Two minutes later, they've had their first real experience with me. It's great.
The "after" photo usually shows an older, wiser student. And one who is relieved to be finished.
The next morning, we were all set to begin again with a new, clean group of Haley's students.
Two minutes later...
An there they are, older and wiser and only slightly less clean.
We usually inherit some interesting trash during plaster day. This gorgeous still life was found in the top of a trash can.
After a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich, it was time for the last group.
One of my favorite things is the audience that appears to watch the show.
This is the last group in their "after" photo. You can feel this one.
And you can definitely feel this one.
Another successful experience and another group of students bonded by fun trauma.
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