It's been very hot and I've been very busy lately. My head is swimming with so much different tasks and chores. I feel like I'm neglecting my new roommate. I've been riding my bike to work lately and the summer school just wrapped up this week. Harvard is pretty quiet, but my workload keeps increasing. I try to take a break every once and awhile and sit out in the yard. The tourism at Harvard is unreal. I grew up in Plymouth, Massachusetts my whole life and have been witness to tourism as an industry. Plymouth's economy depends on it, because of this I never thought of Harvard as a big tourism site. As I sit on the steps of University Hall, next the the statue of John Harvard. I watch the tourists take pictures and video, listening to a student give the spiel about the statue and it's three lies. I've heard it many times before. I watch the crowd and their interest in something that I see everyday and think of as mundane. I try to picture myself as a traveler that came to Massachusetts and wanted to take the tour of Harvard and have never been before. I try to think of how overwhelming the campus would be. How the yard is a little old park of grass and trees in the middle of Cambridge. The buzz of the square seems far away. The story of the statue sounds interesting. Its funny how as we go to new places that we become tourists ourselves but we don't think about them or even not highly of them in our own home. It's pretty interesting dynamic.