Today I had the privilege of waking up with the world, eating the world, drinking the world, thinking the world, listening to the world's music, riding hi-speed with the world on an empty train (rode the B train instead of the D train this morning, and just by getting there a little bit earlier, I was privileged to ride in an empty car, where I could walk back and forth, and spin and jump to wake up).  Then I had the privilege of talking with the world in the form of a classroom with students.  I had the privileges of speaking and listening.  Attendance in the noon class was scarce because of Monday trends, some people going back to their countries as planned, and so on.  That gave me the privilege of teaching a man from Bangladesh one on one.  Bangladesh is a special country in my memory, because when I began my journey by taking a plane to India from New York City, the girl sitting next to me was from Bangladesh (and thought NYC was boring because all that people did was shop).  Then the Bangladeshi had to leave, but by then a prospective masters student from Guinea showed up, so he told me about his country and I told him about going to college in this country.  Then a woman from the Dominican Republic showed up, and we had a real class again (kind of).  Afterward I had the privilege of a sunny walk through Harlem, a nutritious meal, a comfortable nap, thousands of photographs to spur memories and imagination, music to soothe the soul, and the written word to make it whole.