It's a cool 88 degrees (31C), which means I'm not sweating like somebody's sweaty monkey I have homework to do, and I'm doing it later. There's an A-Ban dinner planned on the second floor; supposedly it's Mexican food, but besides beans and rice the menu remains to be seen. If it's not good food, I'll grab some dumplings afterwards.
I am sitting on my bed, listening to American classical music; Barber, Copeland, Bernstein, Adams... though I skipped over Gershwin. Appalachian Spring is so brilliant; I've listened to it hundreds of times in my life, but I noticed something new while listening to it today. When the teachers asked me what American composers were like, I had a hard time describing them, but I bet they would know the Shaker Song (Simple Gifts) if they heard it. For the record, I don't listen to that movement; I find it a bit overwrought.
I have half a jar of peanut butter left; I texted E to come up and have a sandwich, since we're all out of here on Sunday, I don't want my peanut butter to go to waste.
The path outside our dorm is finally getting paved. It will be finished just as we are ready to leave.
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