Someone asked why our concrete canoe doesn't sink and I gave such a complicated answer that I could see them regretting the question. I know the idea, but explaining it without all the course words is harder than I expected. Later I tried shaping a little foil tray and then crushing it into a lump, thinking I could demonstrate the difference. That turned into a kitchen experiment with my sister telling me which bits weren't convincing. She's a tough audience. Now I want to make a simple display for the team, something people can try rather than nod politely at. I have drawn a version on scrap paper. It may be more interesting than the assignment I was meant to finish tonight.

A first-year student came back to the makerspace and asked if I could show his friend what he'd printed. He'd been so nervous the first time that he apologised before every question, and now he was explaining the whole thing, including the mistake we'd fixed. I was really happy for him, probably grinning more than the situation required. Then he said I'd made it less scary to come in, which caught me off guard. I said no problem, man, and immediately wished I'd said something better. It wasn't no problem, exactly. It was one of the best parts of my week. I told my grandmother at dinner and she wanted to know what the object actually did. Fair question. Mostly it holds a phone.

Carried the dal bucket along the rows at langar and thought it felt light until I picked up the next full one. My forearms had that warm, slightly shaky feeling by then, and the handle seemed much thinner than it had at the start. Switched hands for a bit, carefully, because my usual one yellow spot on the cuff doesn't need to become a whole sleeve. After we finished washing up, sitting down felt amazing. My feet were still buzzing from standing and I could feel where I'd tied my turban a little too firmly this morning. I was hungry enough that I stopped talking halfway through a story when the food arrived. My cousin finished the story incorrectly. I let it happen.