The campus-wide plague is finally showing signs of ebbing, although there's still a perpetual chorus of coughs and sniffles.

The turning leaves are beautiful. I'm told that I haven't seen anything yet.

There's this phenomenon on campus called "Freshman mating season." Couples are springing up everywhere, making campus look not unlike a New England hippie version of Dawson's Creek. There are cute bits, angsty bits, and the whole thing is a constant reminder that my girlfriend is approximately thirteen hundred miles away (not that I'm counting or anything).

After three and a half more papers, I'm returning home for the first time. I'm not really sure what to expect.

Early fairy tales are, as Diana Lord would say, "full of innundo."

It doesn't look to be as hard to immigrate to Canada as I thought. Something to bear in mind for later in life.

My room is clean for the first time since we all moved in. It's a pleasant change, and we've agreed that we're going to try and keep it this way for a change.

I find myself paying more attention to houses these days.