Sitting in our dorm style room on my top bunk with some extra thoughts.

I forgot to mention my sleep last night. See, I came in fairly late and didn't look around for blankets, so I was just under a sheet and one thin blanket, not knowing there were HUGE ones. Didn't want to wake anyone up. I also took my socks off, a mistake, and woke up several times due to cold. All my own fault, and I felt well-rested in the morning, which is really the important part. But agh.

Indian public schools sound miserable. I'm not entirely surprised, but the guy from Delhi I talked to especially just sounded like he had had a horrible experience. He said it would be twice as many kids as we saw, in the same size room (it was... not cramped, but to comfortable capacity), with one guy up front writing on the board. Completely exam-focused, beatings, the whole stereotypical shebang. He didn't like Woodstock all that well either, actually. I mean, it was kind of hard to tell, this is the same guy who introduced himself with his name and “I'm awkward as hell,” and repeated the phrase about ten minutes later. He just didn't seem too happy with life in general, but he definitely was bored. Even here at Woodstock, which seems liberal compared to what I imagine the Indian public school system is like, we asked them about their free time and it was “study.” A lot of study, study, study. Sad to hear. Cindy was more upbeat, but didn't seem to have all that many hobbies either, though she did mention going to the Bazaar, which perked both of them up. Apparently the food is good.

Tonight I'm the first one to the room and have acquired a superior blanket, plus I'm keeping my socks and my long-sleeved shirt on. So, should be a superior night. Even though I am waking up at 2 or 2:30 to catch a taxi to catch a train to Delhi to catch a bus to catch a plane to Male.

Wednesday, February 10th, roughly 7-7:05 PM local time