
The materials that we had regarding the test were very explicit on a lot of items (such as NOT having her bring her cell phone), but rather sketchy on how long things were going to run, and when to pick her up. I found something on-line that indicated that the test ran three hours forty five minutes, so figured that I'd need to be there somewhere before noon. Nuh-uh. I had gotten tied up on a project this morning and was running "late" for my initial target time of 11:45am, so rushed as much as I could (including making a mad dash down the stairs at Clark & Division to just make a southbound Red Line train) to make it down there at least close to that (as we had left it sort of vague as to where I was going to be and I didn't want her giving up on me at location A and heading over to location B while I was still in route to location A).
However, when I got down to the building where I'd dropped her off, not much was happening, just a lot of parents hanging out, either in the lobby areas of the hall or in their cars parked all the way around the block. I had, fortunately, brought a book, as there was no sign of any of the test-takers until after 1:30pm (and Daughter #1 was one of the very first ones to appear).
I had hoped to have gotten some cool shots of the architecture on the IIT campus (much of it from the re-design that Mies van der Rohe had done from 1940-1960), but the only thing I managed to snap (with my phone) was this one of the Green Line el stop. It drives me nuts that I can never "trust" any of my digital cameras to take a good picture. If you click on this for the full-size image you will see that, despite this being outside in full light, it's still a blurry mess. I really miss shooting with my film SLR. I did a rant about this in a comment today over in a post to
Hell, I even neglected to shoot what we'd gotten for lunch down in Chinatown today (although on the way out of the restaurant I did get a pretty decent shot for an Instagram update of the unhappy residents of their crab tanks), when we ended up going to Daughter #1's fave place for her and her co-conspirators (which is called the Mayflower, yet I was unhappy to find that we, as members of the Mayflower Society, did not get any discount there!). I know that shooting one's lunch (in a non-NRA context) has become cliche (see