Recap: No depth involved

Home again, after school has started.

School has been interesting so far (notice I used the word "interesting", which therefore means that it's been a very mixed-sort of inexperience and I'm still unable to pin a more specific, one-word adjective on it). Latin is both more and less helpful than I'd expected, as far as connections with English go. It probably helped my Spanish more, had I continued to actively learn the language. In terms of English, I just get clobbered (repeatedly) over the head with all these grammar/ syntax terms that I've never heard before. My only consolation is that the native English speakers in my class are as confounded by the gazillions of rules and exceptions as I am which, in retrospect and considering the current standards of English, is poor comfort. One interesting fact that I've learned though: English apparently had regular (by which I mean weird and irregular) endings for words (think Spanish) all the way until the French took over, at which point they've apparently decided that the endings weren't fashionable anymore and dropped them.

I repeat, and will probably continue to repeat for the rest of my life: I do not understand fashion.

Being home again? It is nice, of course, as it generally is when you visit, which is what this actually is. But I AM thankful that I could be home on Mid-Autumn (happy belated Mid-Autumn to you all, too, though the Americans tend to call it the Mid-Autumn festival, much to my bemusement.) (You do not say "happy fourth-of-July BARBEQUE", you say, "happy fourth of July." So as for why people insisted on tagging on the word "festival"...well...?) I had "I'll Be Home for the Holidays" going through my head during part of the train trip, which amused myself no end. I also tried to write too, with dubious results. Clearly being on a swaying (side to side motion) train does very little to improve my penmanship. Equally apparent was the fact that cacti are a good conversation starter so, ladies and gentlemen, if you ever want to go out and meet people, lug around a container of cacti and see where it'll get you.

I have just blogged with no intentions in mind, and I find that I don't mind, either. I am still on schedule and on par for everything. Most of the plants in my garden have made it. The sky is blue outside of my window and has the particular sort of appearance that always made me feel like it's very close. Within reach, in fact.