The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 16 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
For whatever reason, I’ve had my hand pretty full since finals ended on Tuesday around 9:38am. One of the things that sucks so much about finals is that it’s pretty much just a balls to wall studying extravaganza. Time and space separate and you ignore one whilst living in the other. Having no sense of time is somewhat liberating. I remember a talking with Jacqueline Passey just over a year ago about her experiences in Costa Rica. One of the things she said was very interesting: Americans typically think of time in 5 minutes units; Costa Ricans use 30 minute increments. To be able to forgo all units of time was interesting. All I really knew was that I had an exam in so many hours and minutes and seconds. But that didn’t translate into a time of day for me.
I’ve been desperately trying to get back onto normal time so that I can function normally again. Tuesday night I went to the Denver Botanical Garden with Dave, Laura, Manya, and company to see the 18th Annual Blossoms of Light. It was good to get out of Golden. I took my camera and Matt’s tripod and had some fun taking pictures too.
Went telemarking on Wednesday with Katie and Trevor up at Winter Park. That’s 4 days of skiing this year so far. Hung out with Bailey at the Mall for a while.
And then we all know what happened last night.
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