It seems I may have underestimated the cleverness of the bees outside my window.  They've made habit of whooshing right up to the open window, peering in with their tiny bee-eyes (that's an odd thing to meet gazes with), and deciding not to come in, whooshing up and away to other things and places. 

Lovely weather lends itself well to things like impromtu jam sessions in the middle of campus.  There was a mandolin, and two flutes involved with a small audience of friends and campus comrades.  Friends sat in the dried-up fountain reading textbooks and humming along.  It was amazing. 

Currently, I am watching Dr. Zhivago (extra credit for Russian History) and preparing myself for a long day of philosophy writing, which doesn't seems that bad, I just have to do it.  Isn't that like so many things in life?  I do feel like I've been jumping through hoops of fire lately.  I'm getting rather good at it.  Wind Ensemble had our concert this week, I spoke at the honors banquet about NYC (mission trip), finished a large project in psych. testing, lots of exams everywhere, reading hundreds upon hundreds of pages per day about history, psychology, and Freud, and somehow I'm still retaining my title as super-cool upperclassman by hanging w/ my people as oppurtunity arises.