It’s late night and I’m the only one awake, as usual! I don’t quite understand why my body insists on just not sleeping (last to bed, first to wake). I’m one of those people who thinks “sleep is for the dead,” so I’m not complaining, it’s just weird. In fact, my body is just behaving strangely in general. My skin is constantly dry. This happens in Dallas, but I found ways to remedy it. They’re no longer working. My breathing feels kind of awkward. I’m constantly thirsty. Constantly hungry. My body just is not predictable anymore. (In photo: Studying in the computer lab)
This was a fun-filled weekend of reading! Yah, I thought I’d go on some biking adventures or go into the city for whatever-college-students-do (which we did the other day and learned to never go with a group as large as 15 again), but I had no time. The amount of reading needed for the class would kill me if this were a normal semester. Ugh, I remember meeting a History Ph.D., and I told him that I would not touch a history degree with a 10-foot pole. He tried to convince me how similar history and philosophy are. Let me say, when I have to write a philosophy paper, I am never bogged down and confused with the sheer amount of verbiage every author feels he must put to paper.
The nice thing about Taos is that I run into my professor often at dinner (with his family, as well). I talk to him a lot about my worries and my ideas for my paper, and he’s always happy to chat, even though his adorable baby son interrupts every now and then. I am slowly trudging my way through the papers, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m just wasting my time. Surely, there is a more efficient way to go about this. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.
But, this Sunday night was a good one. Every Sunday, the professors grill a cookout for everyone. And then a lot of us went out on a hike. Tip, when on a hike in the woods, wear good shoes and jeans! Don’t bring a heavy jacket, and bring your own water. I had fun, even though I got a lot of scratches. I wanted to enjoy nature and take it in by myself with some silence.
Ever since I got into Taos, I’ve been getting messages from people I haven’t heard from in a while. So the one time I’m not in Dallas, they decide to contact me? What’s up with that! (In photo: the drive to Taos)