I am currently sitting in the grass with Carole, Jen, Zubin, a student in the program, and three others and all Carole can speak about is the grass in India. She says it is different here than in good old Wisconsin. She holds it up in her hand and stares at it attentively. Carole describes some like shrubs or little bushes. “It’s like they are their own little colony,” Carole said. “In Wisconsin they are like shrubs!” I think we have been working too hard, if Carole is hallucinating its a bad sign.