Roll Away Your Stone, Ill Roll Away Mine

Days are flying by, seems father time is being far too free, crossing out weeks at a time in one deft dash with his marker, rather than his usual steady, regular hand, ponderously etching over the dead days and marking out the new.
Over a month has passed since school began and my mind is bursting with new knowledge about clades, allopatric speciation, and other long smart sounding words like commensalism and although the amount of study I do not do, piles up, I spend most of my time talking over coffee on topics from the grammatical origins of English to the merits of the violin over the cello, and how I could possibly use a child's cello as a viola in a pinch due to the relative enormity of my figure.

Is this what students do? Debate pointlessly, all the while chuckling, reveling in the inanity of such fruitless pastimes, content to challenge for the challenge's sake, even though they know already, the butler did it.
Other than intermittent busy nights, passing on occasional sacrificial activities and not being rich and wealth infested, studentdom is quite...

capital.

New opportunities to learn things that have been on the long list called "To Do" for many an age have reared their metaphorical heads and plethora of new "peeps" have also jumped on the rearing-of-heads bandwagon. Some with such alacrity that I don't know how the venerable wagon ever puttered along without them.

In short, events progress in a fashion most pleasing.

Ive Got No Plans And Too Much Time

School seems to need much organization, and I am out of my element. There is so much to do, I am sure of it. But what the hell that is exactly I have not a clue.
I am aware that I have not done the chem questions I need to complete by the weeks end, and I am a little behind on the required reading that I assume there is, as I have not done any, yet there is no mention of any on the course site.

Other than that it all seems too easy, except the chem, but that is to be expected, its chemistry for Buddhas sake, with thermodynamics and electro-static attraction and whatnot.

So I continue doing... nothing really. People seem to have disappeared like some cheap magic act that you cannot fathom, but secretly keeps you up at night. Everyone is busy and I frequently have no plans and too much time.

School is an odd place, people everywhere like little worker ants hauling their loads of books to and fro with little sense of order unless you look closely. On the hour every hour the paths explode with a torrent of students scurrying to their next unknowable destination, passing me by while I sit under a tree eating tuna not looking over french notes, all the while wondering who it is I am absently staring at, where they are off to in such a hurry and why they don't find the trees pretty enough to glance at. This is how I spend much my day twixt classes, pondering the great questions, or nothing at all as familiar and comforting tunes are breathed into my ears from my obligatory ipod, close at hand in case the next song chosen by the shuffle god does not fit the mood of content and warm in the dappled shade of the said pretty tree.