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.