Well its Thursday, and that's my last day of classes, and my rest day on the bike.
Yesterday I finally upped my average speed for the 'brisk pace' up to 23 km/h, which is the target minimum for that pace. I'm happy about that. I felt pretty good up until about 2 in the afternoon when my body just crashed. I slept from 2 to 7, ate dinner and hung out, and then slept from about 11 PM to 8 AM.

The econometrics teacher finally came in on Tuesday and we had our first class. It's actually not so much econometrics as math theory of statistics and probability. It's pretty much exactly the same thing I went through at KU with MATH 627 and 628, except compressed into only one semester. Same book even (although the edition has been updated). The macro and micro classes also seem to be going well. We'll see how the math class goes when we start on Monday.
I also hear that Ted Juhl (one of my all time favorite professor's at KU) got the Kemper Award. Way to go, Prof. Juhl! He deserves it.

I'm starting to recognize a few of the bikers and joggers early in the morning, and a new group of folks have turned up (aside from the "yellow jerseys" the "racers," the "joggers" and the "iPod jackasses"): the steroid users. That's right. Tiny heads, tiny shoulders, big bulging arms. It's disgusting really, even though it is funny to see these mis-shapen masses riding bikes and trying to look tough.

Still haven't found a church to go to. I guess it would help if I finally got to a service on Sunday.

The campus is extremely small. Dallas is a big town, but this is a small school. Lawrence was a small town but KU was very big. I could step outside of Wescoe at noon for a lunch break and watch hundreds of people pass by on a typical day of classes. Now when I step out of the Lee Center for a lunch break, I see... I dunno... Dozens. Maybe 300 to 400 if I get the right time and see the students going to and from the cafeterias. I must admit its unsettling me a little to see so few amounts of people on campus. But I guess I have to get used to it.

I'm finding some very sympathetic and friendly Spanish speakers who are willing to talk to me in Spanish. Hopefully they will let me continue to pester them :) I appreciated it greatly when one girl from Mexico and two guys from Guatemala helped me out with my Spanish. I miss the classes, I miss the literature. Still keeping up with "my stories" (the telenovelas) though. Inocente de Ti seems to be wrapping up, and getting into the seriously crazy plot twists.

Not much else going on really. Just biking, studying, reading, and trying to be social.
By the way: Pat Robertson is a jackass. Way to solidify the position of a crazy Latin American dictator, moron. Good job.