The cafeteria smells like muffins.

Not much has been happening this week. I've been mainly preoccupied with reading & writing essays, trying to get a decent amount of sleep, general time-wasting, and brainstorming for research topics for two of my classes. (For Honors English, the literature review where we have to compile a bunch of summaries of articles on our topic, I think I'm going to do something on how the psychological differences between the genders complement one another. It's been a subject of interest to me for a while, and this looks like a pretty good opportunity to really learn something about it. Plus the Honors Program director here is a psychologist, so I can get extra help there if I need it.) (I don't know what I'm going to do yet for my Modern Culture & the Arts project, but I need to decide in the next week or so if I want to turn in preliminary research for extra credit. Oy.) I also have another essay assignment coming up on Tuesday, and a math test today which I should probably study for even if we are allowed to use notes. (It's so disappointing having a class with a name like "Mathematical Ideas". I have to say "math homework" or "math test" instead of something like "calculus test" or even "algebra homework". It's so generic-sounding. Lame.)

I have had some exciting encounters with old friends/acquaintances. In the last day and a half I've run into at least four people I haven't seen (or haven't really talked to) in two to four years. It's not as awkward as I thought it would be, which I guess says something about my having turned into a (at least partially) functional member of society over the last couple of years. All of them except one complimented me on my denim hat. (I love that I can wear the same hats everywhere and get complimented on them every time. At least three complete strangers have expressed appreciation of my headwear as well, which is occasionally weird. Especially when it's an old guy.)

I was so proud of myself this morning. I was sitting in a downstairs hallway finishing the assigned Montaigne essay, and this lady stumping by with her walker asked me for directions to the 7000 hallway. AND I KNEW HOW TO GET THERE! IT WAS SO EPIC. I've never been able to give anybody capable directions before! I even fail at directing people to the bathroom in my own house.