Washington DC
I'm leaving this entry public so delegates can find me- if you did, good job!!!
Going to school today was ridiculously hard. I guess the combination of getting very few hours of sleep, having to leave my new favorite place in the world, and missing my new friends got to me. I cried a few times before school started, and it was hard to get back into the old routine because, like ceci says, it's "so fucking boring". I feel like I've become a part of this huge and amazing group of people that can, cliche as it is, change the world, and now all I have to keep going on is myself. It seemed easy to say things like "I can make a difference!" when I was surrounded by 140 people that were thinking and feeling like I was, but now I feel so alone. Then again, the entire point of the trip was that one person alone can make an impact. Hmm, failed to internalize that, methinks?
I'm debating over whether or not to post my journal of the trip on here...hm...maybe later.
In summary, the DC trip gave me one of the best experiences of my life. Everyone said beforehand that I wouldn't come back the same person, and I took it all to be heralding exaggeration. How could three days in a hotel with a hundred strangers talking about the holocaust possibly change me so much? But they did, and I really am different now. It's hard to think about never seeing most of my friends again- what are the chances of actually being able to visit them in atlanta or phoenix or cleveland? But I can hope, right?
I miss you all.
Going to school today was ridiculously hard. I guess the combination of getting very few hours of sleep, having to leave my new favorite place in the world, and missing my new friends got to me. I cried a few times before school started, and it was hard to get back into the old routine because, like ceci says, it's "so fucking boring". I feel like I've become a part of this huge and amazing group of people that can, cliche as it is, change the world, and now all I have to keep going on is myself. It seemed easy to say things like "I can make a difference!" when I was surrounded by 140 people that were thinking and feeling like I was, but now I feel so alone. Then again, the entire point of the trip was that one person alone can make an impact. Hmm, failed to internalize that, methinks?
I'm debating over whether or not to post my journal of the trip on here...hm...maybe later.
In summary, the DC trip gave me one of the best experiences of my life. Everyone said beforehand that I wouldn't come back the same person, and I took it all to be heralding exaggeration. How could three days in a hotel with a hundred strangers talking about the holocaust possibly change me so much? But they did, and I really am different now. It's hard to think about never seeing most of my friends again- what are the chances of actually being able to visit them in atlanta or phoenix or cleveland? But I can hope, right?
I miss you all.