The only visible difference over those two weeks was the three inches of new snow and a tiny bit of progress in my training. Well, I couldn’t expect too much. My lazy muscles needed the time to get in shape, but my acceptance of the torture empowered me—I no longer felt incapable.Since I’d read the history book, Mr. Matthews gave me two more books, thinking I’d find them interesting, too. But they turned out to be quite boring and purely historical, spouting only facts and dates, no stories or legends, so I’d only flipped through one of them.On the other hand, Psych classes got more dynamic. Besides the power point presentations that showed me some of the Vocati habits (which varied from one Vocati to another, displaying unreliable and, in my opinion, poor data on them), I received basic training regarding body language. That was fun, and made me think of the “micro expressions” that were the focus of that TV show, Lie to Me. I was told that later on it would increase in intensity, and I looked forward to mastering this knowledge!
