My Own Life

is one of those Harvard days.  My day can be summarized by this, On the day that I touched a real (though not live) human brain, I was taught how to play chess by an incredible 6 year old. 

This was a real brain.  One that had been in phormaldehide for about the last 20 years.  I did not touch it without gloves but I did lift it (heavier than I thought).  I poked it (firmer than I thought) and i tried to smish it (not too possible).  It was in my psychology class (intro) where we were learning about the brain and how it interacts with the physical motions we make.  Awesome!  I did have to stop touching when I realized I have one of those in my head and someone had that one in their body. 

 The chess was way above my head.  I wanted to learn the basics like what part each piece plays and how many spaces and in what direction they can move.  He started teaching me those things but within a minute and before I could memorize what he had said, he started teaching me strategy while moving 4 or 5 pieces around the board.  I need to study before I play with him again. 

Until later,

Hi Husband, 

I know you don’t read, this but I really miss you right now.  I just finished picking all my classes.  I know it took long enough but I’ve finally decided. 

The decision is

Psych 1-Intro-obviously

Soc 97-Sociological Theory

Soc 156- Statistics for the social sciences

and Spanish 61- Spanish for Native Speakers.  

I’ve got some homework but not much.  It’s wierd how much I miss the randomness of our Saturday nights.  It’s so different here that it doesn’t even feel like saturday.  Maybe we would have gone fishing, or just watched some TV, or played guitar hero, or just argued about who’s turn it was to feed the dogs.  I miss you. 

 I’m hoping it will get easier as things start to pick up here and I have less down time but for now I miss you. 

I’m going to the gym to distract my mind for a while.  Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.  It’s all for the best.

 Wish you were here.

love,

Christina