I am busy from the time I rise at six thirty in the morning to the end of the last class at five, followed by dinner. I have tried to write something--anything--of importance, but I haven't the time or desire or the necessary internet connection. There are 130 of us future teachers here and most possess a computer. You can understand the internet to be a little thin, like butter scraped over too much bread. Even my hours after class are filled with people full of gentle questions, offering friendship (I'll introduce you one day); and as writing is a selfish process (I have said it before), it requires one's complete attention. Frankly, I haven't the heart to indulge when my current social situation requires that I be present and attentive.