Only a first year

I've never had anyone feel sorry for me because I'm a first year before. It's a novel and unnerving experience, when I was patted on the back in a "you have a long way to go yet, young grasshopper, I'm glad I'm not you" kind of way.

I went out and got a bar of chocolate.

The two events may or may not be related.

Further update on my apartment hunting: I have found more studio apartments. They continue to be more expensive than my current one bedroom. The cheapest one is currently a hundred dollars per month more expensive so we'll see -- if the managers of my current place decides to raise the rent I might move to the place behind Ralph's, since it's closer to campus and has the studios on the top floor so I feel less like I'm living in a cave (that is possibly connected to the Arctic in some secretive magical fashion that I'm currently unaware of).

We'll see.

I should also mention that there is wind outside today. Possibly up to five mph. However, since it rained earlier and in all likelihood will rain again later, it's still not the ideal kite-flying weather. (By the way, the kite came with a manual that warns me to not pull a Benjamin Franklin, because the manufacturer will be held responsible for the consequences &c &c.)

There are also blueberries, which have improved my day considerably. I'm going to make tea in a continued effort to improve life.