silva rerum

And all the air a solemn stillness holds

This is indeed no “light dust­ing” of snow — we’re cer­tainly still in winter, time change or not! This morning’s com­mute was par­tic­u­larly unpleas­ant, though per­haps under­stand­ably so. My bus was about ten minutes late and the driver drove at a pain­fully slow pace, but we never skid­ded and he never got stuck so hur­rah. I am at school now and alive, mostly none worse for the wear.

Unhappily, of course, we’re cov­er­ing Sterne’s Tristram Shandy which I detest to no light degree. Of course, I am mildly amused at Shandy’s digres­sions through­out the novel, but I must admit that even Joseph Andrews was a walk in the park com­pared with this hefty tome. It will prob­ably take me until the end of the course to fin­ish the book but that’s alright. We’re cov­er­ing Northanger Abbey in two weeks which I have read, re-​read and read yet again. Catherine Morland must be, I think, my favour­ite Austen prot­ag­on­ist for her earn­est­ness and naïveté.

How unfor­tu­nate that I must work tonight! Oh I will be trapped at school until 9:30 at which time I have been told it will be fore­cas­ted to be five below. I am only too wor­ried that ice will begin to form and I’ll become trapped at some god­for­saken out­post of the Translink system.

On the bright side, though, SUS elec­tions are under­way in earn­est and I’ve already voted! I won’t be reveal­ing my votes here for fear of retri­bu­tion but more prudently because I don’t want the Enforcer to come down on me for appar­ent slat­ing. Though I did vote YES for the SUS ref­er­en­dum. That’s prob­ably alright!

Happily, I’ll be receiv­ing my cam­era in the mail early next week and I look for­ward to play­ing with it this sum­mer. I’m not ter­ribly artistic though, but I hope that might change. We’ll see!