It seems like when things can't get any worse, the weekend comes and the world just doesn't exist anymore. Today my professors were extremely...laid back. Two of them let class out early, and the other one was just not there. Everyone has to get their first grandchild sometime...why not on a Friday when a class full of exhausted, cranky Physics majors don't want to go anyway? So, that was good. And I got to chill at my advisor's house for a PERL (Physics Education Research Laboratory) gathering, with Shannon, some of the members of the Physics Department, and anyone they happened to bring along. It sent shivers up my spine to call my academic advisor 'Michael' as opposed to 'Professor Wittmann', or my lab instructor 'Dave' as opposed to 'Doctor Clark'. Just being invited made me feel like a colleague of sorts...that made me feel equal. It was great. Unfortunately, Shannon and I got into another squabble. A fault of my temper always seeps in there. Seems like we do a lot more of that lately...or maybe it's just me. No worries, though. We work through it relatively fast. ^^ Would you feel honored if a friend of yours told you a dark secret from your past (not like, last week kind of past, but last decade kind of past) and told you just to keep it for yourself? No one else can know? Yeah, that secret thing. I did. Just a simple email, a regular 'how are you, what are you up to' message led to a contract of trust. Those make you feel good, especially when you know you'll keep your word. And in the same breath as deep secrets and being laid back, there's a hamper full of dirty laundry in my room. $2.50 in quarters to do it. I'm just feeling too relaxed. Not tonight. Clean clothes can wait.