Crashing Back To Earth

... And so, fresh from the retreat, bright-eyed and full of potential, she set off to right. ... Enter reality. Yesterday I came back from the third annual writing retreat held by our English club. We started it with our advisor back when I was president and we were all excited about writing. I am not the president anymore since graduating and I personally feel that the current members are a bit distracted by their other responsibilities, but the turn out continues to grow and the retreat will live on for a very long time. At the time the retreat began, there were only eight of us, including our faculty advisor and two alums. The hotel we found--somewhat by accident-- was the cheapest we could afford, but turned out to be an amazing find! I think our advisor called it budget luxury. This year that whole pioneer group of us are alums, though we lost two. Our original session leader, who on the first retreat lead all of the sessions/workshops, lead our first session, but this year, like the last, we were able to have multiple session leaders. Last year I skipped a few, but This year I wanted to try for all of them. The year the sessions become so numerous that they over lap, I will declare the retreat a conference and mourn it’s loss. Being away is always so much fun for me, but has always been hard because I am always reluctant to come back home. Even after I get home and except that the adventure is over for now, I usually need a bit of time with my memories to separate myself before I can really talk about it with anyone who was not there. That being said, and this being Monday, I think my friends are hot tub obsessed! I liked the hot tub plenty even if it was way too hot for my liking, but every time we had even half an hour of downtime they wanted to go back in the hot tub. We also broke tradition slight and went to Applebee’s twice. The first year when we discovered that the hotel Had an Applebee’s in it, I guess we decided it would be our traditional first meal. Last year, when we all tried to sit at the same table, It was kind of a mess since we had so many people. But this year Slippers and I and our friend … one of the original, sat at our own table and goofed off. After that we pretty much stuck together the whole time, though not exclusively.Our second time at Applebee’s was Saturday afternoon when Everyone else had sandwiches. One girl couldn’t have bread or cheese and I had leftovers still so five of us were going to get take out but ended up eating there. As far as fun things in my future go, this was the last thing I had planned, So I haven’t much in the way of events to look forward to for a while now. And tomorrow I get my wisdomteeth pulled. Wish me Luck! =D TTFN