60 Days of Salt and Sand

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I was not doing well in class. Not at all, I didn't think. It started out fine, my head in the game or whatever, but twenty minutes into the lecture, I was already stopping. Looking at all of the other worker bees and wondering how they could sit in one place and look at and listen to one thing for so long.

I was a great student in high school... A's and B's. But here, it was too much to keep up with at once. I tried something a little different today, something I saw a few other people doing in class throughout these last few times.

I recorded my lectures. It works better for me somehow. When I got back to Jim's, I walked on the beach and listened to one of them again.

And when I got to work on the putting in new windows, I listened to another.

These recordings of monotone professors and thequiet sniffles and coughs of my classmates soon became the soundtrack to mytime at Bisou.