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Touchy Feely included (but was not limited to) ìguided meditationî (which some may recall being chronicled in the movie ìfight clubî) and ìclarity committees.î There are a few things I could do without in the worldóchief among them committees of any form. And committees dedicated to clarity? Oh irony, how thou doth mock me. Come on now, am I the only person who sees the paradoxical nature of the claim that such can exist? So, I tried to pay attention. But somewhere between the meditation and the bearing of my soul to strangers, my mind began to wonder. I have a few options when this happens. I either a) write angst ridden haikus about wanting to flee the situation, or b) write Stargate SG-1 fan fiction in my head. I see nothing wrong with the former, as it is technically literature. And I find nothing wrong with the latter per se either, except that my fiction is terrible. It usually involves some sort of paradise-like planet where Daniel Jackson falls in love with the queen or princess or whomever and they get married and are happy on earth and save everybody from the Goaíuld, Wraith, Replicators, etc. And sometimes I throw in horses with telepathic abilities. Shut up. You know you all do the same thing. Anyway, each time I was mentally getting to the ceremony of Dr. Jackson and Michaela (the half-angel, half Tauri princess), the teacher kept asking me to pray, or meditate on a situation where I felt I lost God or something. And thenóthis was the most painful partóI had to talk to my classmates. And then, if that wasnít bad enough, I had to process what we talked about by yelling out ìwordsî that described how I ìfelt.î Hellloooooo. I feel that Daniel Jackson deserves to be happy, and he I could get him there (oh, and should probably mention that OíNeill and Carter get together in these epic ballads as wellówhat can I say, Iím a sucker for a happy ending) if only the professor would lecture and stop making me participate. Whatís that sound I hear? Is that a toilet? Oh, rightóthatís my grade flushing down the toilet since 30 percent of it is based on class participation! Honestly, couldnít my advisors have waited a year to take a semester off? One good note though. You know how in some stories and stuff, people end up with ìunlikely allies?î I never thought I would have an ìunlikely ally.î As it turns out, I found one in Touchy Feely Hoo Ha class. Go figure. Well, thatís all for tonight. A final noteóat the end of class, we each had to go around the room and say a ìwordî as a prayer. I hate these things because if I am going to encompass the whole of my spiritual being in one word, I should have more prep time to think of one. The prayer was in reference to what I had gained in class. So when it got to me I said, ìClarity.î Heh. Clarity. And who says committees arenít effective? Daily Review Weeks to marathon: 12 Miles Run: 4 Letters of Encouragement from Richard Dean Anderson: 0
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