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Today, I visited Perm State University with well-known intentions. I decided to arrive as early as possible, showing up right at 10:00, five minutes before the admissions committee opened. In the same hall, besides the admissions committee for the physics department, there was also an admissions committee for the economics department, which had a huge queue. It's fashionable now to be an economist; it's prestigious, but there are just too many of them. I didn't have to wait too long in my queue, as there are far fewer people who want to study at the physics department. The university campus itself made a pleasant impression. The buildings are quite old (but they look good and are in good condition), built in a typical Soviet style (to the extent that it can be called a style, but at least they don't build such buildings anymore). The park was nice, and in general, everything is clean and well-maintained. There's a beautiful fountain and a bike rack (which I will definitely use during my next visit). It's beautiful, in a word. Plus, I can get there from my home relatively quickly and without changing transport. I hope to stay at this PSU for the next five years.
Well, for now, I'm going for a ride. The sun has come out, the air has warmed up, and the nasty puddles have dried, although it's still not hot. I think this is the perfect weather for a ride.
O God of Earth and Altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and die, The walls of gold entomb us, The swords of scorn divide, Take not thy thunder from us, Take away our pride.