A trip to the museum

I did not understand the philosophy. As we disembarked from the bus I tried to understand how I was supposed to learn about Pagan Traditions at a museum. There couldn't be a Pagan History Museum! There just couldn't be.

It was still a museum, though. Museums were fun. At least I could still look at the exhibits and stuff.

My RA, Mary, followed us out of the bus, declaring that this was the first stop of many that would be part of our onsite review. Psychology students were to be graded primarily on participation. It was apparently too difficult for them to come up with another way to quantify our grades. Sometimes it sucked to have the stigma of a major where the primary focus was my mind.