Nothing Is Real

Today, I had the best field trip in the history of the world. What it consisted of?
Go downtown to Trinity Bellwoods. Walk along Queen West until Nathan Phillips Square, dip down to the Business District, up again to Dundas and the Eaton's Centre then West to Kensington Market where the trip ends. The point? Well, it was a Media trip, so we were doing Documentaries. Mine was on Grafitti so me and my partner in the project, Andre, an aspiring artist himself, ended up strolling about taking pictures of any art on walls, anywhere. Taking pictures. Of ART. Not to mention that I was also with Deirdre, Hayley, Hilary and Will the whole time, so we had a lovely time of it. Nobody needed to stick together so we were always basically by ourselves except for a few check-in points.
This is only the start of it, though. At the end, we were in a small park in Kensington called Bellevue Square. It was pleasant, with benches and trees and a little children's play area in the centre.Two climby slide things, a teeter-totter and a bouncy animal thing, not to mention 8 swings. Deirdre, Hayley, Hilary and I beelined for the swings, and ended up filming ourselves swinging, trenchcoats billowing. I thought it might be funny to see the Doctor swinging, so I pushed my coat behind me so it could wave and Hayley says she's going to draw it. With the Doctor, but now she knows what the coat would look like. I was swinging beside Deirdre and got the giggles a bit, and I ended up pulling out my sonic screwdriver with my right hand, reaching over to hold Deirdre's hand (while we swung, no less) whilst yelling "Swing, Rose! Swing for your life!"
Meanwhile, another guy I don't know the name of and Andre had made friends with two five-year-old boys and were being chased by them ALL over the playground. Andre was exhausted, but he gamely ran up slides, and jumped over obstacles in his way while the little boys ran, whooping, after him. He and the other boy kept getting the kids off their trail by shouting that the other had candy in his pockets, which actually worked until one kid called to the other, "Split up! I'll get him and you get him!" upon which they were doomed. After he caught them, the kid informed them that they now had to follow his every command...it was pretty funny.
("See-saw!" I was now yelling at Hayley. "See-saw for your life!"
"You know, you guys probably think you look a lot more epic than you actually do," said Deirdre.
"Oh, trust me, we know," I said. "That's why it's so FUNNY." And then I sonicked-up the see-saw.)
Will tried to stay balanced on one of those bouncy animals that kids rock back and forth on and ended up getting stuck backwards, then fell sideways off it. Later, we all retired to the monkey bar/climb set thing and sat on it. It was, in all, a lovely afternoon.
I love how when teenagers start out, they're all desperate to be cool, and worried about their outer image. But by the time they're 17, they know that crap doesn't matter. And they have SO much more fun for it.