Rambles at the 25 yard line

Good afternoon peeps!

Today is a great day.

Today is my break week.

Normally on Fridays either I have to get up really early to spit out a post or wait until after my co-op class and drag myself to the computer in the evening and crank something out if I still have the energy, but today I woke up, did a little Latin, a little nothing, a little reading, and a game with my little sister.

And what does break week mean? (…beyond feeling lost and confused and losing my school groove and flailing my arms.) It means I’m half way there to Christmas break and the end of the first semester of… my Sophomore year…?

Wow, already there?

Okay, Sophomore doesn’t sound as impressive as saying “junior” or “senior.” But still. Once this year is over, I’ll be half way done with high school.

I can never decide what time truly is.

A snail?

S o

s

l

o

w

that

 

you

 

find

 

your eyes

 

h u r  t.

 

And you’re bored.

And you’re suddenly hungry.

 

But then sometimes time is like lightning. So incredibly fast and blinding that it strikes you unconscious.

 

Or maybe then time is some strange combination.

Out of which we deduce time is Turbo:

giphy turbo

And in which case, it all makes sense because time is really just a fantasy.

I never have time.

Do you?

This year of school has been very interesting. I was expecting not to like Biology but so far it has only meant pages and pages of details on mushroom and fungi and the fatal illnesses they cause.

What’s not to like?

The pond water after four weeks of feeding and then killing off micro-organisms did smell up the entire building, but it was extremely interesting. (Not to mention spending the rest of the biology hour in the bathroom, cleaning again and again the droppers.)

I’ve been learning a lot of interesting systems for organizing organisms, interesting controversies, etc. It’s all been very inspiring for world building. And to think of all the smallest details that all work together to create the level of this world we see. (And now I can not look at a jug of milk sitting on the counter without thinking about why it should be in the refrigerator…)

But not only has all this been prompting a new view of my world building, it has given me a new appreciation for the beauty of the world.

In fact, the first slide of the semester that I looked at (that of a onion root) immediately reminded me of something.

Zentangle: that art where you fill in objects with small intricate designs.

Observe:

onion root
(not my photo, though this looks just like what I saw. Source.)

Isn’t that gorgeous?? It makes me want to find a microscope and stare at tiny particles all day.

And I thought I would hate biology.

Did I mention we got to take a walk during class to go collect mushrooms?

Oh yeah. And then we got to poke, prod, cut, and shred them up to go under the microscope.

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Beyond biology, there has been ancient epic poetry, endless logic exercises, and another round of Latin exceptions to all those Latin rules.

I was very excited though, because I actually used my knowledge of Latin when reading poetry a month or so ago when I stumbled upon a piece by Emily Dickenson in which the first two stanzas switch between English and Latin every line.

AND I UNDERSTOOD IT.

Talk about crazy.

Then the same thing happened with a poem by C.S. Lewis this week.

How cool is that??

Also in the past week, my brother discovered that Duolingo released a course in Latin!

I dusted off my old account and cracked open this interesting development, to delve into its dusky depths.

Turns out, its super easy and I have not heard a single mention of Caesar or the Gauls yet. (And bonus points, they use the classical pronunciation, the right pronunciation. #Latinsnob)

I’ve been doing an entire lesson or two per day and am already about to hit the half way mark through what they have.

It makes me wonder if I had memorized ending for declensions in Spanish all those years ago, I would have stuck around and pushed through.

Well, now I can talk to all my Ancient Roman Solider friends about theaters and actors and markets and relatives and even booklovers, instead of slaughter and death and defeat.

See if I tried out for a Ancient Roman play a couple weeks ago, the only character I could manage to play would be Miss Flite from Bleak House as I fluster about and say the only words I only know:

Hope! Joy! Youth! Peace! Rest! Life!

Dust.

Ashes.

Waste, Want, Ruin.

Despair, Madness, Death.

Cunning, Folly, Words, Wigs, Rags, Sheepskin.

Plunder, Precedent, Jargon, Gammon,

and Spinach.

(…everyone’s favorite bird of course.)

So, fellow scholars studying the wars of Caesar and the Gauls, if you’re interested in broadening your acting horizons for your next time-traveling adventures, Duolingo might be a good place. 😉

Also want to read something interesting, find 1 Thessalonians 3:11 in your copy of Biblia Sacra. It’s fascinating in Latin.

And for all the rest of you?

Don’t grow up telling everyone you hate science when you’ve never really taken a full science course

Until next week!

WHITE SHADOW

~ evelyn ~