My roommate's alarm clock has gone off and is playing Belle and Sebastian's fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant. Quite agreeable.

Yesterday was a strange and uncomfortable day in some respects. In my Russian class, even though we discuss interesting topics, I lose interest very easily; my proficiency has fallen far below its level back when I was in Russia, and most of my classmates are fluent people I haven't met before. I miss the tight-knit Russian classes I used to have, with populations more like four and less like fifteen.

Yesterday we talked gun control. I was the only person to argue anything like an opposing view. Yes, I am unhappy with the state of gun safety, and I think that no one needs cop-killer bullets, and I'm very sympathetic to the pro-gun-control view because I dislike violence and weapons and killing and so on. But criminals will always find ways to get guns, and so the government needs guns to protect the citizens, and the citizens need guns in case the government turns tyrannical. Why do people resist this simple fact? "I trust the government, I think our government is good," people in my class said. I can't be that blithe.

The other thing is that I was trying to adjust a big map that sat on a tripod on my Music class yesterday and it fell on me in front of everyone. Not as embarrassing as getting booed by and in front of 2,700 people (which happened to me in high school), but pretty funny.