Harvard and MIT and Sick
I've spoken with most of you on the phone about how my hours at Harvard and MIT went this weekend. I think it would be appropriate to say I had a great time at both schools, and I look forward to attending one of them from next August.
One of the coolest things about Harvard itself is Harvard Yard. Upon arriving at Harvard Station via the subway, I walked up toward the surface and oriented myself. Big, black gates standing across the street told me I was very close to where I wanted to be, so I crossed an exceedingly busy Mass. Ave. and entered the gates, listening to the din of traffic and the stink of the city quickly fading away behind me. Harvard Yard is a very curious place: the city all but disappears into the background, and the serene environment becomes quite overwhelming. The air was cool and carried an aroma of cinnamon and cloves, a stark and pleasant contrast to Mass. Ave. fifty feet behind me. It seemed like walking into a painting, a surreal experience drawn out of an artist's imagination, engulfing me.
But, then, perhaps as a result of spending Friday walking and riding the T around Boston, I started getting sick Saturday evening, and it's gotten worse since then. My throat would basically be a lot happier somewhere other than my neck, I think. So, I've been drinking tons of tea and orange juice, and I'm even eating some organic spicy chili from Amy's Kitchen for breakfast right now. It would be a lot tastier if I could, well, taste more of it.
Anyway, I guess I should stop this mindless rambling and make my way to class, where I can cough and look unhappy and have a rather unpleasant time.