Almost halfway through the second week of Pingree here. Because of the High Park fire, the third largest in Colorado history, Pingree was reformatted for the CSU campus. We're still waiting to see if we can go up soon to finish the class at Pingree.
I'm very tired. It's reported that Pingree is the best thing about being in Warner College, and I'm not sure why. Even if we were able to be doing our lessons up there, we really wouldn't have time to do anything but the classes and study. It's just so fast-paced, as if the teachers think they're the only ones we're responsible for; much worse in a compressed situation like this. To be fair, the plant sections of the class are the only reasonable ones, giving us study guides and word banks and things fitting of a section that is only supposed to be a fifth of the class. Wildlife is the worst, in fact I would say that section is 50% of what there is to do.
Until we move up to Pingree, I'm staying at Bryce's apartment, on the couch. It's more of an extreme situation than when I had my own apartment, but in these situations I get the urge to build and take care of a place of my own, that is fully my own. I found a book by Pollan called A Place of My Own, which is about man's midlife where he feels the urge to design and hammer together a place to work within. I think it's interesting that at a point late in life someone would decide it time to nail a foundation for themselves to the land. If I'm feeling this way so early, while most of the people I meet still live like college students, maybe I can get my foundation earlier and have more time to develop it.
I'm just tired of these nine hour class times and want to travel and get to some sturdy place.
