Last night, the usual crowd of teachers piled into the shuttle van, ready to party or sleep or both after a long week of teaching. Farhad cranked up the house music, and we rocked out and took the piss out of each other the way we usually do in the van, and watched the dozens of half-constructed buildings fly by, gawking at one with the skeleton of a giant dome on top.
“I don't know why, but every time we're in this van, I feel so...happy!” cried New Day.
“It's the best part of the night,” I joked, “Watch, it's going to all downhill from here!”
And actually, it was. Damn my words! But the rest of the night wasn't bad, either.
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Technically the dinosaurs didn't tread the same ground as us humans. When Teresa and I went to the Grand Canyon, we saw diagrams that said "You are here" with an arrow pointing to the top layer, and "Dinosaurs walked here" with an arrow pointing to lower layers.
BTW - here's your giraffe battle
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