Aches.

Started classes on Tuesday. Yep. I'm still a freak. I love them. I'm intrigued by new classmates, excited by new opportunities and energized by the feeling of intellectual synergy that permeates campus the first week of classes. I am glad to be here. But every now and then something [a freshman speckled with tiny moles on his face like Araujo, the sliced lime sticker on the back of someone's shiny new macbook, the smell of chalk] will trip my hypersensitive synapses and I feel my heart reaching, grasping, squeezing through my ribs for....what? For Paraguay? For my students, my friends? For the whole idea and what it could be...

It hurts a little.