walking to his dorm, muttering algebra equations that he'll probably have forgotten by tomorrow.

writing an essay on Buddhism for his Theology class. It's a strange feeling- similar to trying to describe how to breathe.

memorizing vocabulary for his literature class.

trying on a pair of pants for the first time in his life and can't get over how *weird* they feel!

tripped while walking to his first class, and is now frantically trying to grab all of his papers before the wind blows them away.

just finished a heated debate with his Literature professor, who doesn't seem to understand that English is his second language.

gathering wildflowers to make some paper.

embroidering one of his robes with a simple design using the leftover embroidery floss from Min's gift.

idly wonders if he owns any pants.

to see a move. He wonders if he can afford it.