So I really should be sleeping, because it's 3AM and I have class in five hours, but I had some thoughts that I just wanted to put down on some figurative paper.

Today was Communion for the spring pledge class. I didn't enjoy my Communion all that much, mostly because of the attitudes of my fellow pledges and the terrible weather. Still, for some reason, I wanted to be a part of theirs. Maybe I just wanted to have the opportunity to experience it in a different way, one that might be more positive.
I wasn't disappointed. I'm a sucker for pageantry and tradition, so while the "run-around-campus-doing-stupid-things" part was pretty whatever, lying on the floor of the Schwab balcony "om-ing" and whispering people's names was so much more fun that I ever thought that could be. Even if I did fall asleep. I lay there, shivering on the floor, wondering how many people had been there before me, and felt a profound connection with the past, the way I do when I look at our family tree or read my great-grandmother's journal.
When it was over, the personal stuff began, and a few people shed tears over their love for Thespians. I scoffed at them a little at first; I've been feeling a little disenchanted lately with the organization as a whole, but as I looked around the room, it occurred to me that nobody in that room is a bad person, and there is probably no one in that club who wouldn't be there if I needed let them. I've really lost sight of that in the past few months, and that's kind of sad. There may be drama, and some of them may be annoying as all get-out, but they're the friends I have, and they're pretty damn decent ones at that. There are few things over which I'd rather deprive myself of sleep.