I have been sufficiently warned against writing about my students in an open forum, such as a blog, so I think I'm going to tone my school experiences down a little. It's too bad because they are pretty humorous, but rather than go private I'll just write about something else for awhile. Like for one post.
Every month since coming to DC I have gone on a day trip to a new city. January was Philadelphia, February was New York, and on Saturday I went to Baltimore (for my March adventure). My good friend Michelle is a dental hygienist and located a museum in Baltimore that she really wanted to go to. Do you know what museum it was?  Of course you don't, unless your name is Brook. It was the National Museum of Dentistry! We planned a whole day trip to Baltimore around one museum dedicated to instruments of torture and clean teeth! While I didn't enjoy the evolution of dental picks I did enjoy the evolution of teeth among varying animals. Did you know shark teeth work in a conveyor belt style where once one row gets too worn down they fall off and another row of teeth slides into their place from farther back in their mouth? Teeth define our smiles, and I was able to recognize seven of ten celebrities by merely their smiles. I was only able to name 6 of 10 sharks by their smiles. I learned about the role of teeth in identifying exhumed bodies, the amazing responsibilities of saliva (mostly I was just wondering if there were any medical advantages to swapping spit. Hehe.), and the hazards of early X-rays. I learned the Inuit legend of how the narwhal got its large front tooth, aka horn, and how ancient Mayans used to put gems in the facades of their teeth. I learned proper brushing techniques and the dangers of plaque. All in all I was really pleased that I went and very satisfied that I got to do with someone who knew so much about dentistry- and was excited about it!

After the museum we drove by Camden Yards (Orioles Baseball park) and the football stadium.  We then ate at the world famous Broadway Diner where you are guaranteed at least three different servers- even if you only order water. Anyone who is anyone goes to the Broadway Diner when they're in town. We held our breath under the harbor and then drove home. It was a delightful first trip to Baltimore. Next time we're going in the evening to catch an Orioles game, a sunset, and some dinner. We'll, we probably won't catch the dinner; we'll just go back to the Broadway Diner.