I have now begun my new semester, with an optimism and intensity that ought to be admired after a severe case of what my mother refers to as 'the Sunday night blahs,' when you would do anything not to go back to work on Monday morning. But there is really little I have to complain of, and much to be optimistic about.
The weather is reasonable, and in my now single room (I am the only international student this semester) and private bathroom that gets hot water, I feel like I'm living in the lap of luxury. In each of my two classes, Justice, Reconciliation, Gender, and Human rights + History of Japan, I will be writing IR themed papers, which works just fine for me. I'm starting an internship on Monday that, while I'm still slightly vague about what I'll actually be doing, is with nice people who want to give me money, which I intend to use to fund the hours I intend to spend at a newfound cafe five minutes from my college. With much more free time on my hands (I have two days off this semester, Sunday and Tuesday), I intend to to work on my art, attempting pencil drawings with new gradations of graphite of landscapes and more advanced portraits, poetry, reading, and hindi. If all of that isn't enough for optimism, my history teacher informed me of his intention to end class at the end of march, which coincidently is around when my conflict and peace dissertation is due. So I may be done in April, as opposed to May. I can see with all my new projects not wanting to leave, despite my overwhelming desire to operate a washing machine.
The only thing I have to overcome at present is loneliness, and for that reason am hurling myself at my assorted projects and am being more productive at everything than I have ever been in India, maybe in my life.
I'll let you know how the art goes.
The weather is reasonable, and in my now single room (I am the only international student this semester) and private bathroom that gets hot water, I feel like I'm living in the lap of luxury. In each of my two classes, Justice, Reconciliation, Gender, and Human rights + History of Japan, I will be writing IR themed papers, which works just fine for me. I'm starting an internship on Monday that, while I'm still slightly vague about what I'll actually be doing, is with nice people who want to give me money, which I intend to use to fund the hours I intend to spend at a newfound cafe five minutes from my college. With much more free time on my hands (I have two days off this semester, Sunday and Tuesday), I intend to to work on my art, attempting pencil drawings with new gradations of graphite of landscapes and more advanced portraits, poetry, reading, and hindi. If all of that isn't enough for optimism, my history teacher informed me of his intention to end class at the end of march, which coincidently is around when my conflict and peace dissertation is due. So I may be done in April, as opposed to May. I can see with all my new projects not wanting to leave, despite my overwhelming desire to operate a washing machine.
The only thing I have to overcome at present is loneliness, and for that reason am hurling myself at my assorted projects and am being more productive at everything than I have ever been in India, maybe in my life.
I'll let you know how the art goes.
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