So I will indeed be at studying Arabic in the U.S. this summer, but it’s a strange feeling. Not because I will be cut off from all communication in English but because it means I won’t be working in Beantown this summer.
I hate Boston! (at least I hated it as an undergrad, but between gradschool in the midwest, Yemen, and now London, I have recognized it’s merits and will probably be my first choice city for the PhD (if and when that happens).
Boston— ok scratch that, the Boston/Cambridge area became an integral part of me along the way, and it’s kind of sad that I don’t know if I will spend any time there this year. Now that I think of it, a significant portion of my year has been spent there for every year since 2002 (No wonder I’m feeling nostaligic for the darn place).
No charlie tickets, no Charles River, No Harvard square, no Venus hair supply in Central Square, no Downtown crossing and China town, no MIT student center. (you get the picture.
I guess I’m a little worried about an intensive summer. Yemen was hard core but it was just 6 weeks and I got to chill out and work in Beantown for the rest of the summer.
I’m not even going to lie, the senioritis (do you even call it that if it’s a gradschool program?) is crazy. I am fighting it and getting my work done, but I am indeed ready to be Dooooooooooooooooooooone (as I have declared on many an occasion).
9 weeks of الغة العربية promises to be more intense, but the benefits certainly outweighed the sacrifice enough for me to apply. So I’ll just take it poco a poco and call it a day…