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So last week I went on a two day silent retreat... Yeah. All 30 girls get separate, extremely sparse, extremely small rooms. We were left in there for periods of like an hour to an hour and a half at a time and were supposed to contemplate these "meditations" they gave us. Let's just say I caught up on a ton of sleep just to keep my sanity. The bathrooms were communal. I ended up taking about five million trips to the bathroom just hoping I would see one of my friends and we could sneak a word or two to each other. They attempted to take the love of my life away when I first got there: my cell phone. I told them my mom took it. All my friends used the same story with different variations. I guess my biggest challenge was not laughing when we were all sitting in a group or when we were eating meals in silence. Just by looking at my friends I would crack up because I would be reminded of how funny they would be if they could talk to me and how I know and they know that we're both thinking of jokes in our heads or things we really want to tell each other but can't! It was pure torture. They had this period of an hour where they told the whole group that they'd take those of us who wanted to talk freely for a while to a separate room and they'd let the other roam around the grounds in silence. Over half the people went to this little "talking room" and it all went downhill from there. I guess usually like one or two people choose to talk during this time on previous choice. So all my friends and I go to talk. I can't even explain to you how it feels to be able to talk after not talking for 24 hours. You start talking faster than you've ever talked before because you're afraid that you don't know when you're ever going ot be able to talk again and you want to get as much in as possible. So during this time we basically told stories of forbidden communication, ways to pass the "meditation" time, and made plans for future new means of communication. Needless to say, the teachers who were presiding this little session of freedom caught wind of our reacations to this retreat and became very irrate. After this we went back to our rooms for a while...2 hours... and my leader knocked on my door. I expected her to "invite" (the teachers always "invited" to do things, they never said "ok now we're going here" it was kind of strange touchy-feely language) me to diner or downstairs but she instead greeted me with: "Ok well, I'm just going to ask you this point blank: Would you like to go home?" Well of course I wanted to go home, but I'm not an idiot either. I felt like the worst person in the world, but this retreat was a sham! So I continued on this retreat and it wasn't too bad that second night when we realized that all the teachers were in a meeting and we could pretty much freely talk for a little bit. So I'm not gonna go back and edit this. I'm too lazy which pretty much sums up my life right now. Softball started. It's awesome.