If you were to google "spring break," a short video of me eating mojarra frita in my chancletas would come up... actually, that's probably not the first video you'd find, but it should be. Apparently, March 20th was the first day of Spring. Apparently, Spring did not get the message. Either that, or it’s broken... temporarily out of service... under construction. Whatever the reason, the bottom line is that I just landed back in Boston last night and it’s colder than a witch’s tit. So far, this readjustment has been harder than any re-entry to the U.S. I’ve ever made before, and I’ve made a few. I can’t lie, it’s not just the weather—the last ten days were pretty special. Barranquilla is just as off the hook as it was when left it last June. The Lopez/Deal/Matheson family is still the tightest crew on the Colombian Coast—especially now that they’ve welcomed a new batch of kittens and puppies.
My girlfriend, the lovely miss Allison Bak-Dashian, is still awesome and beautiful, especially on her birthday.
I’ve made it through my morning class, “Management of Financial Resources in Non-Profit Organizations.” In truth, my body was there, but my spirit was still a few thousand miles to the south. Now I’m sitting in the library, trying to give myself a fierce metaphorical kick in the ass. The next two months are the home stretch of this Master's program, and I can’t afford to be moping around campus wishing Spring Break was a two-week affair. If there was ever a crunch time, it is now. The good news is that I’ll have some help staying focused now that I’m back. For starters, we’re getting buckets of snow dumped on us tomorrow, so they’re won’t be much to do other than stay inside and study. On top of that, my Spring Break adventures left me spring broke, so my social life will be necessarily constrained for a bit. Hopefully, putting these thoughts to paper will help me get my mind right and get to work. Hopefully by the time you read this post, I will have gotten my academic mojo back.