So news.flash.

Graduate school is fucking hard.

The things I look forward to are drinking bourbon >> coffee >> sleep >> and of course cuddles with Mr. Stoudt, in no particular order.

This is not to say that I don’t love my program (Global Environmental Politics). But it is difficult to stay optimistic sometimes..errr… most of the time.  Somethings we went over this week so far…

>>>> 52% of the species that have existed since 1970 have gone extinct

>>>>>260,000 people have died in Africa due to climate related famine and water issues since 2010

>>>>>>due to the demand for cheap hardwood flooring in the U.S., loggers in Russian are wiping out a pristine forest with the last population of Siberian Tigers which only has 450 members

>>>>>>>the average woman in Africa walks two hours a day one way to collect water for her family

SO if that’s not depressing, I’m not sure what is.

And I’m having a hard time deciding if all of the people that I’m going to school with and all of my professor actually believe that they can make a change, or if it just makes them feel better about themselves to know that they are trying to do something about it, even if its obvious that

nothing.can.be.done.

But still, here I am getting to excited writing about and reading about coffee farming communities in Sâo Paulo, Brasil, and the migrant cattlemen in the Sahel, in Africa.

        And I know this is my passion but sometimes it is very hard to stay focused.

Additionally I have a hard time juggling relationships, and doing things for other people…

As crazy as this sounds right now I want to be very selfish with my time.

I don’t want to do anything that I don’t want to do.

and… I’m kind of okay with that