Education Day
A few weeks ago Meg tried to coax me into going to Education Week (at BYU); I built my wall and stood my ground. But then a few days before we left on this trip, she noticed that Don Aslett would be presenting--not just once, not twice, but three times in a row. So I agreed to accompany her--and I'm glad I did.
Our first session was by the founders of Joy School, which Meg (and my two younger sisters) actually did as a small girl. Aaron still has another year before he can begin kindergarten, and Edward has who-knows-how-many-years left, so maybe Meg can put some of what we learned to good use.
We split for the next session; I barely got in to what I thought would be good, but the guy talked a lot without saying much. We then jetted for the CougarEat, where we had reasonably priced food for lunch.
The next three hours we basked in the glow of Don Aslett. Our front row seats were totally worth the wait. I won a prize (squeegee tie-tack) for knowing where Don built his self-cleaning house (Hawaii), and at one point he came over and talked with Meg and I. After he was done present, we waited around to have my picture taken with Don. I feel bad for the guy, because so many people asked him (in my opinion) stupid questions that can be easily answered by reading one of his books or by searching the Internet, and because others told stories about how hard it was to throw away 40 years worth of Air Force magazines (it brought him to tears, because they were like part of his family).
Our first session was by the founders of Joy School, which Meg (and my two younger sisters) actually did as a small girl. Aaron still has another year before he can begin kindergarten, and Edward has who-knows-how-many-years left, so maybe Meg can put some of what we learned to good use.
We split for the next session; I barely got in to what I thought would be good, but the guy talked a lot without saying much. We then jetted for the CougarEat, where we had reasonably priced food for lunch.
The next three hours we basked in the glow of Don Aslett. Our front row seats were totally worth the wait. I won a prize (squeegee tie-tack) for knowing where Don built his self-cleaning house (Hawaii), and at one point he came over and talked with Meg and I. After he was done present, we waited around to have my picture taken with Don. I feel bad for the guy, because so many people asked him (in my opinion) stupid questions that can be easily answered by reading one of his books or by searching the Internet, and because others told stories about how hard it was to throw away 40 years worth of Air Force magazines (it brought him to tears, because they were like part of his family).
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