Back in Grinnell after 8 wonderful days in Cherokee Nation, Oklahoma.
Negative eye: I’m back in school, and looking at 2 papers due in the next week. It’s going to be a tough week.
Positive eye: It was an incredibly fun experience. Good food, hilarious discussions during long dinners, sing-alongs during long car rides. A week ago, we started off as 12 people who hardly knew each other, and ended up as a group who share inside jokes and know about each others backgrounds and personalities.
Hands down the best part of the trip was the people. The youngest we had was 17 or 18 years old, but most people were over 20. This was honestly the first time I’ve gotten along so well with people who are 4-5 years younger than me.
This wasn’t the case for my Amish trip last fall break, where seniority was very apparent. Somehow, the freshmen acted like freshmen, the seniors acted like seniors. Upperclassmen tended to hang out with each other more. Thankfully in this trip, everyone gelled with each other very well.
I’ll write about the trip once my papers are handed in, though I am increasingly starting to feel that journaling here is like yelling into the abyss — like I’m talking to myself. I know there is life out there, I see the footprints, but no one talks back to me.
This always reminds me of Comfortably Numb by Pink Floyd.
Hello, is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Anyhow. I’m in a melancholic mood, as I always am whenever I come back from a particularly good trip and am not ready to be thrown back into the routines of everyday life.
I’m going to take a hot shower. Maybe that will help somewhat.