Go freaking figure that when I lived in Gainesville, Florida...I lived on the only side of Gainesville where you have to go UP A HILL in order to get to the University on foot.
UP A HILL.
I taught EVERYDAY for 50 minutes.
That means, take the bus...if you have the patience to wait for it, or WALK UP A HILL IN 50 degree weather!!!!
WTF?
I walked. often. cutting through the hospital for temporary relief (air-conditioning)...before trudging up the hill and arriving at class sweaty and disgusting.
In order to mentally prepare, I filled my Ipod with songs that INSPIRE one to walk up a hill in such conditions...and, often, there was a SONG OF THE HILL...sort of like a song for the day.

This is my SONG OF THE HILL for today. I miss you too Joy and Alberto.

U2
Where the streets have no name

I wanna run
I want to hide
I wanna tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I wanna reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name
Ha...ha...ha...
I want to feel
Sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name
Ho...ha...

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

The city's aflood
And our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I'll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We're still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do

Our love turns to rust
We're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see our love
See our love turn to rust
Oh, we're beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It's all I can do