Charcoal fish

On Friday afternoon I talked for three minutes about St. Mary's amazingness (a beautiful river! interactive classes! tasty lunches!) to prospective exchange students. I love microphones. Instead of concentrating on projection, I could develop my next sentence! What a brilliant invention! And I felt all important-ish, even though there were hardly twenty students there.

After classes and dinner I headed towards the Hostel C common room where a friend said she'd be giving lessons in charcoal drawing. On the way I ran into some more friends (one of them headed to the same destination) and agreed to join them later for a movie.

She taught us how to draw a cute anime girl, but I decided I'd rather draw a fish:

At least 3 people stopped by and said, "You must be hungry."
If I had been, I wouldn't've craved a sad-looking fish in a plateful of butter.

Around 11 we cleaned up, rearranged furniture, and ate ice cream in preparation for the movie. Europa Europa. Maybe if we start off more cheerful, we'll feel less depressed by the end? Umm, no.