The Amazon, The Chicken and The Immigrant.

I went back to college today. I studied the Amazon River, it’s tributaries and the potential devastation the villagers face from effects of deforestation.

Then I went to the cafeteria and had a chicken sandwich and a Diet Dr. Pepper while I begged my man to come to campus and carry my books so I wouldn’t sweat in the 97 degree heat.

He said no.

Then I went to a special topics seminar where we discussed immigrants, how policies may impact immigration process and ethical considerations surrounding immigration law and policy.

Then I had to learn how to conduct an interview, set up a video camera and tri-pod as our final project involves sharing a video story of an immigrant that we will follow and research.

Then I came home and ate an Ice-cream Sundae.

In summary:

I overdressed, underdeodarized and uber-stimulated my bladder with too much liquid volume, but I didn’t get lost on campus [much], didn’t pass out from anxiety or pee my pants.

I’m getting better at the whole map thing, especially if I hold it sideways so that all the buildings on the map match up the way they appear to me from where ever I am standing on campus.

Which is good since I have decided without a doubt that Aaron and I will be visiting Brazil at some point in our lives, as we once long ago aspired to travel the world and volunteer in underdeveloped countries, where I am almost certain we will need a map.

In fact, the entire experience was thrilling, I loved every single second of it minus the 28 unnecessary miles uphill in the  snow and the 18 extra flights of stairs and I successfully managed to squeeze the ever living pulp right out of this day.

So, enough about me. How was your day?

Fruitfully yours,
The Grasshoppa