week 2
Week 2 is over, and while I'm pretty sure that I am going to look back on this time fondly, and that what I am is experiencing here is going to profoundly change my life for the better, I am oh so glad this week is done! I got a sore throat on Wednesday, runny nose on Thursday, and a full-on chest cold by Friday. I'm doing everything I can to get rid of it - massive doses of Vitamin C, electolytes, garlic, you name it... Everyone has been so helpful. And honestly, I feel good during yoga class, I just have to blow my nose once in a while.
Its strange to think I've only known these people for 2 weeks, because the comfort level is amazing. No one would really think it was that strange to discuss your bowel movements with whomever might be sitting next to you in Anatomy class. Also, I've never been in such an international environment - there are people here from almost every country. Everyone, regardless, of their native language, has to memorize the dialogue in English. Sometimes someone gets up in front of the crowd and delivers a perfect verbatim dialogue and then cannot understand enough English to hear how well they did.
There's so much I wanted to write this week, but now it just seems so hard to put into words. Basically, I'm very aware that this an amazing opportunity. And while, in a sense, it is a shared experience, we are all, as individuals, learning to listen to our own bodies and our own minds. I'm learning to find my own quiet space, my own peace, regardless of what craziness might be going on around me.
The overall consensus seems to be, even when its rough, that "this shit works".
Its strange to think I've only known these people for 2 weeks, because the comfort level is amazing. No one would really think it was that strange to discuss your bowel movements with whomever might be sitting next to you in Anatomy class. Also, I've never been in such an international environment - there are people here from almost every country. Everyone, regardless, of their native language, has to memorize the dialogue in English. Sometimes someone gets up in front of the crowd and delivers a perfect verbatim dialogue and then cannot understand enough English to hear how well they did.
There's so much I wanted to write this week, but now it just seems so hard to put into words. Basically, I'm very aware that this an amazing opportunity. And while, in a sense, it is a shared experience, we are all, as individuals, learning to listen to our own bodies and our own minds. I'm learning to find my own quiet space, my own peace, regardless of what craziness might be going on around me.
The overall consensus seems to be, even when its rough, that "this shit works".
posted by Heather @ 12:28 PM
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