So the funk is over...
Basically, I was confused...
I could no longer tell why I was being social...
Did I want to, or was I just doing it to appease others...
After the time alone, I know...
I do enjoy being social...
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I'M BACK BABY!
The explanation of whitewater...
I've realized when I drink at a whitewater party, I just get depressed. Don't get me wrong, I met a bunch of cool people, but overall, it just makes me feel illa t ease with myself. At the time, I felt like I needed to leave. I don't regret the choice, but I do feel extremely guilty about not spending time with people I miss and care about up in whitewater...especially when I'm sober. To you people, I appologize with all my heart.
So, somewhat of a half-assed excuse, but it's the truth. also, I've decided that I need some me time. to that effect, I will become a social hermit. I'm going to stay home when I'm not working or going to school. I'm also going to ask that, if you have the means or availability, please don't come over. I really do need this time alone. I'm not sure how long this will last. It might be a day, a wekk, or a month...I just don't know. Thank you in advance for everyone's understanding, and I will make it quite well known when I've decided this 'funk' is over.
There are a few things I want to post about, lots of things running through my head.
First, my dumb ass speech teacher. She really is. She mis-uses words all the time. Example: We were doing a class activity, where your group had to decide if a certain trait was one only associated with women, men, or no difference. Well, the same activity was done as a survey at oxford. She kept calling this a "placebo" group. really? this group was..."A substance containing no medication and prescribed or given to reinforce a patient's expectation to get well." or "An inactive substance or preparation used as a control in an experiment or test to determine the effectiveness of a medicinal drug."(
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=placebo) maybe she meant a control group. The worst part is, she thinks she is right. She is one of those people who uses fancy words and has no idea what they mean...argh.
Also, she is a crappy teacher. We have our midterm coming up next week. Yesterday, we were going over the study guide. Part of it is the 5 parts of rhetoric, according to Cicero. The terms are in latin, and I'm fine with having to learn them. We have to also memorize the definitions she gave us. Example:One of the definitions is "treasurehouse of ideas" which she explained to us is brainstorming. We will be marked wrong if we put "brainstorming" because apparently, it is more important to know a metephore written by an ancient roman, than to understand what it means. So in other words...she isn't trying to teach us content, she wants us to spew facts. That is a true educator...
After that, I don't feel like continuing with my other part, and it'll be a later post. Til then sports fans...
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