Dreaming of the Third World

A typical problem: When I'm in one place I'm often wishing I were in another. So I find myself now, sitting in my bedroom at Yale College and wishing I were somewhere else. This may be a symptom of the liberal arts education. How am I supposed to enjoy being here, in the dry shackles of academia, when everything that I study tells me that there is so much more to see in the world? How am I supposed to avoid wishing for elsewhere?
I never thought I would want to visit the middle east, for instance, until I began taking my Islamic art class. Guess what? Islam has such a remarkable visual tradition. Thank goodness there are classes around to teach me about it! Thank goodness that I've been given the distinct privilege to take such classes. But how am I supposed to continue enjoy something like a CLASS once I've been given a little taste of what's out there to be seen, when the professor is hinting at this vast corpus of knowledge available OUT THERE.
The same goes for my Radical Cinemas class. It's such a deeply provocative subject, but how misplaced it feels to be seriously considering radical representations of the plight of the poor when you're in a school that runs on a 30 billion dollar budget, where the walls are sprouting ivy. It's problematic, really.
I fear that I am becoming too suspicious of the establishment. How to solve this?