Erin and I watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone (or, Philosopher’s Stone if you’re in the UK—at least Philosopher’s Stone makes sense historically). It wasn’t dreadful, but it wasn’t nearly so good as the book it pretty faithfully reproduced. I didn’t think J.K. Rowling’s literary effort was all that outstanding to begin with, so the film was kind of a weak rendition of an OK children’s fantasy novel. That’s sort of hard to recommend, though it could have been much worse. As is, it simply feels disjointed and lacks a sense of wonder and of fun. There are worse crimes, but I hope that future movies in the series are better.
Erin’s off white water rafting on the Deschutes River as part of her Adventures in Education class. It’s an overnight so she’ll be doing some more rafting tomorrow. I’m sure some of this will improve her English and French classes, but I’m not quite clear on how. Three college credits is three college credits, I guess. No complaints there.