Dammit, I totally have been caught up in the holiday spirit of travel and have been without a computer, so I hope this late post counts. But this class is more about critical thinking than grades, so I really don't even care. My Vagina Monologue wasn't really a monologue at all or what I thought a monologue should be. It was a simple story of how much I love my girlfriend and her vagina and how she had been hurt before me. Maybe I didn't think enough or try to burrow into my own hidden vagina, but the story I told was pure and truthful and will have to suffice. Through no fault of anyone, I wind up feeling left out in this class due to my gender. I don't like being a boy sometimes. My roomate said she didn't like living with two boys because she feels she can't express some of her emotions around us, like sadness and giddiness. I told her even boys have emotions and that I cry all the time. She just hit me on the shoulder and said that I didn't understand. Hmmm.
   To Kat and Cassie(?): why didn't you ask the guy you saw why he dropped the class? Everyone seems to think this class should be mandatory for students, but I don't think everyone could be as open as us. Just a thought.