Lately we've been contemplating our impending doom related to ISPs. Essentially, in two weeks, classes will end. We will turn in our preliminary papers on Egypt, as well as complete exams in Arabic and write about our lecturers. We will then be turned loose into Greater Jordan, where we will spend 3 sleepless weeks trying to research, interview, and apply college grammar our way into a 30 page paper, as well as cramming in any cultural experiences we somehow have missed. It's not that we're in denial. I think we've moved on to the anger stage.
For example. We were dropped off at Jordan University Sunday (remember that it's the Jordanian Monday) with the goal of speaking to potential advisors and contacts, as well as looking into resources at their library. The latter experience is summed up in this sonnet:

Oh Library, bound in fair Jordan's yard
University academic calls
your catalogue, quirky but not so hard
into laps you make the resources fall

Your numbering systems simple and precise
follow parallel structures found just
in russian pulp novels, one would suffice
You keep a cloth covering Dewey's bust

Your books once found, the ones without prefixes
are most exciting and unusual
steam locamotives need appendices
they're post revolution (industrial)!

JU: your library has made me weep
of course jordan scholarship only creeps

I'm OK for now, regarding my ISP. I have some contacts and one of them has helped our students in the past. What's more is that I'm on familiar ground, that of car culture and urban transportation, and Amman is rife with material and ripe to be written about in a systematic way. But I can't get into it, it's just scary. Everyone is.