Every week we see something important and experience something new. Everything is different and exhilarating here, and we are eager to take it in. We are even more eager to remember it. And what better way to remember a moment than to photograph it?
Since there is a grand total of 81 students clamoring for individual photos on separate cameras, there is a lot of camera trading that goes on. It’s the “I’ll scratch your back if you scratch mine” concept… JC style. “Will you take a picture for me? We can trade places afterward and I’ll take one of you!”
Of course things were only exacerbated in Turkey, where every moment became a Kodak moment and there was a lot of “will you take another, but long ways this time?” going on. I wish I had kept count, because I’m sure there were days where I took more photos than I was in.
Anyways, this wind up is leading to a story, I promise. Apparently my subconscious is through with taking pictures. Last week I dreamed my classmates were asking me to take pictures for them. They handed me their camera, and I backed up to try to get a better vantage point. Apparently I was super serious about getting these pictures, because I woke myself up moving backwards, looked down at my empty hands and realized I was dreaming. In my sleep deprived state, I wasn't sure if the camera was missing or just not real. At that point, I went back to sleep and tried to explain to the subject of the photo how their camera was suddenly AWOL.
It would be funny if that happened to me once. Unusual if it occurred twice. But after a third time, it was just obnoxious. I try to get the most out of the little sleep I get, and I don't appreciate dream shenanigans getting in the way of my REM cycle. For sanity's sake, next time someone asks me to take a picture, the answer is going to be a sound "not for a million pitas."
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