I was mistaken. Art is pleasant while the instructor teaches: intangible concepts are turned tactile. Infinity within a finite space. These are all fascinating contradictions to me. I enjoyed five minutes with my music outside after classes ended, sitting in the cold and my hoodie and a black coat. I also finally switched to a seat closer to the front today in math. The person who sits behind me may disapprove. I probably block his/her field of view. I'll probably mention it very briefly. I don't care anymore. The confirmation of seat-changing has already daunted me enough today. It was surprising to learn that my english essay was decent. I am proud of myself. My confidence is here, but it is the strongest when I am alone. And alone I sit in Latin, which has come to me as one of my greatest enjoyments: working by myself. Quietly and productively.

Today's weather was fair. Not the white canvas that I occasionally prefer, but fair nonetheless.