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Jan. 17th, 2008 | 03:42 pm
I am thousands of miles from home but somehow still caught the midwinter cold that must be circulating around campus right now. This is the most polluted place I´ve ever been. When I get home I am going to stick my head in a bucket of ice water. On sunday I´m going to have that long plane ride to collect my thoughts, the first legitimate stress-free time I will have had since September, and I think I might need a little more. I don´t want to just go back to my dorm and eat in the dining halls and worry about snow-drenched jeans and get swallowed into classes again. I guess I kind of missed the grace period this past week when everyone trickled back to campus and braced themselves for classes. Everyone and their uncle went to Israel this break. In Cochabamba it´s hot--it feels like a lazy summer afternoon when I´m in the back of the cab and I check back into my hostel after a day of interviews. There are different districts--the doll district, the hardware district, the cookie district, the paint district. I am staying in the funeral district.