Day 3: In Search of Sacrifice

It's getting worse by the day. Yesterday, we were at loggerheads with each other. A good night's sleep brought some sanity back, but not for too long.

We've now come to realise that this camp is a total waste of time and hence, several students were absent today. Some came in between with some fake excuses, some abstained for the entire day. What's more - we have a mass bunk planned, the second one ever in CE-III.

However, the more enterprising (including myself) concluded that the death of an individual would ensure that this camp is not just cancelled for us but for the next one hundred generations at least. And so came in the nominations: the irritating brat in the class, the other irritating brat, both, some matka (or all of them) etc. But the winning entry was the professor himself! Oh, wouldn't that make our day?

Let me reproduce a conversation on that note:
"You know, you guys are planning cold-blooded murder over here."
"So are you with us?"
"Yeah, definitely!"

Now, fantasies apart, the day was actually very productive. As usual, the rules changed in the morning, and we were free to define our own traverse (a closed one, this time) using the given CPs. Only later did we realise that three points do not make a traverse! Surprisingly, our efficiency was double of yesterday, although it still took about two hours per station. Add the irritating GPS and TS guys and you actually had very crowded stations.

Which is when we realised we were being spied upon. Yes, unknown to us, the prof has a clear view of the entire site from the roof of the Base camp and he spies on us with a pair of binoculars! Which explains how he managed to call someone to ask why there were so many people there! As if that wasn't enough, he decided to go on a surprise check, where he interrupted everything from Vishnu-like sleep (sic) to a nice little tea party. Of course, he only found less than half the students - no professor can beat his students at hide-and-seek!

The sleep that I got in the journey back was by far the best ever. Sadly, with a mound of calculations to make, including a huge fault in the lack of bearings, I'm forced to sleep late tonight. Anyway, it's Plane Table Leveling tomorrow - not a very difficult proposition.

PS: There is a proposal going around to complain about this pathetic camp to the HOD. After all, he's just hungry to bite into complains.