has returned from a thoroughly successful venture to Dino State Park in Connecticut. Snakes were sighted, bookmarks with dinosaur footprints were made, pennies were crushed into dino medallions, coloring was done, picnics were had, many a stuffed dinosaur was purchased, the alphabet game was played, and countless tyrannosaur impressions were enacted.
"Why can't life be like this everyday?" One of my classmates moaned. "My life IS like this everyday," I said as I attacked her triceratops with my dilophosaurus.
"I believe it," said another classmate.
We made plaster casts of footprints to take home with us, and ended our day with a triumphant procession to the Wellesley Geoscience Department van, each holding our massive footprint and covered from head to toe with white dust.
"I'm plastered!" Said our professor. 
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