One morning I was starting my run and when I passed the women's dorm I saw two students arguing in front of the building. One of the students had a bu...dle in her arms. As I got closer I saw that it was a sleeping bag. I passed them and continued my run. As I returned I saw the student sitting on the sleeping bag looking like she was about to cry.I stopped in front of her to ask what the problem was but I had to wait until I could get my breath. She saw that I wanted to talk to her and she. Ed and I took the same tent as last summer.Andy asked hopefully, "Do you have room for three in your tent?" NO! Go find someone to tent with Andy. There are lots of empty tents," I explained."I don't know anybody! Can't you make room for me?" Andy begged.Ed answered, "Andy, don't act like a little kid. Pick a tent. You'll get a tent mate soon enough. Get to know him. You will make friends with the rest of the staff in a few days."I watched as Andy wandered to the next tent. It was already. Of course it is worse some days than others depending on the circumstance but it is always there. But I don’t even feel that pain this morning.I’ve grown to hate my phone so much this past month. It’s the one source of communication where Tahlia has access to me 24/7. I’m never allowed to have it off and my home screen is a close up of Tahlia’s bare soles. In her words it’s a reminder of my place every time I even look at it. It also means it has to remain with me at all times, I mean I would. Up to my ears in classes, studying and working but that's a good thing. It keeps me from sitting around in a blue funk about Mama dying. How've you been?" Good. Good." I miss seeing you in the ER when I bring in the sick drunks. How come you're here today? I thought you got shipped off to Mercy Hospital for a while." I was, but I still come to the M&Ms when I can. After this rotation, I'll be doing three months at St. Anthony's, then back home again. Maybe we can have dinner or something, if we.