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I am content to be back in Washington in my little room with only a mattress, piles of books, framed works of art leaning against the walls, my small statue of the Buddha, and a bottle of Caribbean rum that I carried back from the Mississippi house. I have lied, there is more: a lamp from a yard sale near Eastern Market, my most treasured jewelry, and the supplies I need to sketch, compose, paint, draft, slice, and build, the things I fill my days with. There is nothing academic, intellectual, or stimulating about the English course I am required to take. It is something I must truck through rather than process and savor. After spending 2.5 hours being entertained by the colorful characters that are my classmates, but personally not learning anything (with the exception of the fact that...), Nicole, Shermai, Desiree and I ate together at the ever-popular, perpetually-overrated (yet still tasty) Chipotle. I felt rather out of place with them but lunching with counterparts on psuedo-Mexican food was a welcome reprieve from the flatbread sandwiches I eat alone most days. This evening, after I order Thai food for delivery, construct a box to demonstrate acceptable craftsmanship and my knowledge of miters and channel cuts, and organize my drafting supplies, I need to bathe.
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