I had an odd dream last night. I was student teaching a combo art English class. My students were doing woodcarvings out of tree trunks in small groups. Each of the three groups finished their carvings and then we discussed the ideas behind the choices they made. The first group had carved a woman in abstract, reminiscent of Picasso. The second group had carved a naturalist representation. The third group had carved a female robot with exaggerated bolts and rivets. We had a great class discussion of aesthetics and then we made chemical explosives, because in the next class we were going to blow things up.