I had a dream

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Today is my formal class Introduction to Blogging for Artists and Writers at Interlochen College of Creative Arts.  As a real student, I spent the evening on campus at the Stone Motel.  During the night, I had the proverbial dream of walking around trying to find the classroom, losing my "ticket" to the class, loading my purse with candy M&Ms, which I had to move around to find said ticket.  I finally, emptied my purse of all these treats to discover my entrance paper.

 I found the hall, walked into the classroom - which was full of obvious intelligent and highly successful people!  The teacher welcomed me and asked me where my tuba was!

 My adventure begins...

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