Recharged

I am usu­ally beat after the semes­ter, and this last was no excep­tion. With 6 classes, stu­dent gov­ern­ment, and all the work to get the post­card project together, I was ready to hit a wall by May. I still can’t believe I man­aged all A’s save for one class. The hard work was worth it as my finan­cial aid pack­age was gen­er­ously padded. I will be return­ing for the next school year with my tuition fully covered.

In India, I focused on one thing, the post­card exchange, and achieved what I set out to do. (They’re all trans­lated too! I’ll throw some up here soon.) In the rest of my time, I read vora­ciously, watched local pol­i­tics unfold and socialized.

At San­jukta Vikas Sanstha, the farm­ers were amazed at how much I read. When I went back down the sec­ond time, Lendup asked me if I had fin­ished my book. “Yes,” I told him, “and I bought another one.” He laughed in amused disbelief.

Multi-tasking is fine, but the level I need to sus­tain it at in New York gets to be too much at times. I am get­ting bet­ter at it (thanks David Allen and your crit­ics!). I achieved my goals in Dar­jeel­ing and recharged after a hec­tic semes­ter. The next chap­ter in my sum­mer adven­ture starts soon. I’m on my way to Ethiopia. Excited? Hells yea!