The word of the day was Synchronicity

Yesterday the instructor gave each of us an egg. She wanted us to do whatever we wanted with it as long as it was expressed/documented in a creative way. I thought nothing of it at first - figured I'd think of something when it came time - and just continued to listen to her and the classmates discuss about the doodles we presented. I didn't want to hold on to it or leave the egg on my desk for the duration of the class; constantly making sure it doesn't roll off the desk. So, I made a little "kangaroo" pouch for it with the bottom of my shirt and forgot about it. And then at some point during class I stretched my body, completely unaware of the egg now. My stretching unrolled the pouch and the egg fell right out. For a split second I thought I dropped my phone or something when I heard the "splat" on the carpet. Then the "Ahhh shit" moment came over me. My egg was busted right in front of my feet. What the hell am I gonna do with this thing now!? Not like I had any ideas to do with it anyway. But still - what am I gonna do with a broken egg. Thankfully, Olivia gave me her empty yogurt container to put the remains in. A little while after, I saw Tiff doodling in her notebook beside me. She had a series of small drawings with an egg completely intact and each doodle to the right of the last one had the egg progressively becoming more and more shattered. She must have been inspired by the little egg-splosion because it seemed like she started doodling immediately after I broke my egg. But what I found most fascinating about the class period was that her doodling gave me inspiration for what I'll do with that egg. In a way, my serendipitous negligence with the egg turned out to be a blessing in disguise. I don't want to give it away but it will involve...transformation and adaptability. Hopefully what I plan hasn't been done too many times, but I mean...It's kind of a typical thing to do with a broken egg. Especially when this class is meant to evolve oneself.