I remember one night a few years ago when my daughter was frantic with worry. After my Harvard Extension School classes, I usually arrived at the bus station near my home by 11 p. m., but on that night I was nowhere to be found. My daughter was nervous. It wasn’t safe for a single woman to walk alone on the streets at night, especially one as defenseless as I am: I can slay a mugger with my sharp wit, but I am just too short to do any real physical damage.
That night my daughter checked the bus station, drove around the streets, and contacted some friends. But she couldn’t find me--until she called my astronomy professor who told her that I was on top of the Science Center using the telescope to gaze at the stars. Unaware of the time, I had gotten lost in the heavens and was only thinking about the new things I had learned that night in class.
This story illustrates a habit I have developed over the years: I lose track of the time when it comes to lear
I remember one night a few years ago when my daughter was frantic with worry. After my Harvard Extension School classes, I usually arrived at the bus station near my home by 11 p. m., but on that night I was nowhere to be found. My daughter was nervous. It wasn’t safe for a single woman to walk alone on the streets at night, especially one as defenseless as I am: I can slay a mugger with my sharp wit, but I am just too short to do any real physical damage.
That night my daughter checked the bus station, drove around the streets, and contacted some friends. But she couldn’t find me--until she called my astronomy professor who told her that I was on top of the Science Center using the telescope to gaze at the stars. Unaware of the time, I had gotten lost in the heavens and was only thinking about the new things I had learned that night in class.
This story illustrates a habit I have developed over the years: I lose track of the time when it comes to lear
One morning, a few years ago, Harvard President Nell Rudenstine overslept. 41) ____.
Only after a three - month sabbatical--during which he read essayist Lewis Thomas, listened to Ravel and walked with his wife on a Caribbean beach--was he able to return to his post. That week, his picture was on the cover of Newsweek magazine beside the banner head line "Exhausted !"
In the relentless busyness of modem life, we have lost the rhythm between action and rest. I speak with people in business and education, doctors and day - care workers, shopkeepers and social workers, parents and teachers, nurses and lawyers, students and therapists, community activist and cooks. Remarkably, there is a universal refrain," I am so busy". The more our life speeds up, the more we feel weary, overwhelmed and lost.
42) _____.Instead, the whole experience of being alive begins to melt into one enormous obligation. It becomes the standard greeting everywhere, &q
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