Home from Searching

Well, Search was great.

Seriously. I was actually really apprehensive about going because I didn't really know what I was in for, but I had a great time. I don't want to reveal any secrets, but it was just a really great weekend. Thanks to all who thought of me while I was there. I was able to gain some perspective on some personal issues, too.

By the way, the picture that I was so worked up over was waiting for me there. Those folks are sneaky...

I was SO TIRED after the whole weekend, though, that I completely slept through my first class. As in, did not hear the alarm. I took a short nap last night before Mass, and my roommate said I was absolutely dead to the world. I'm still a little worn out, so the imminent trip to the gym may not be the greatest idea, but I haven't been for a little while and I really want to go.

We talked about our papers proposals today in soc. It was a productive discussion- for those of us whose papers he got to. I was among the four people (yes, four people. Out of thirteen. In eighty minutes.) that he got to, and I actually felt a little badly about it. I think it would have been a little more appropriate to talk to him about our individual papers during his office hours, and go over general guidelines for writing the papers in class. Most of what we got out of today was that he thought that most of us hadn't done enough research to adequately form a research question. Now, if he had explained exactly what he was looking for in a research question (apparently none of us has been specific enough), then we could have given him what he wanted. Mine, he actually pointed out, was very well researched (Great. I would have looked like a total teacher's pet/an overacheiving geek if it weren't an honors class)and that my only problem was that I asked more than one specific question, but I honestly think we've all done our homework. We just didn't know what he was looking for when we wrote the proposals. I think we'd all get a lot more out of that class if we had a different professor.

I got my chemistry test back today; a B-, a whole point lower than my last one. I may actually get out of that class with my skin, contrary to how I was feeling about it earlier this quarter. I don't think a B- is going to be fantastic for my GPA, but it certainly won't kill me. That said, I hate GURs. They were invented specifically to fuck you over, grade-wise.

But no matter. I'm still riding high from the retreat, and GURs and weird sociology profs can't get me down.