This is where I resurface for the death of the leaves during my favorite season and scatter random thoughts like the wind.
For example, since my unexplained disappearance from the blogging sphere, I have discovered that there is nothing like college applications to make you feel like you’ve accomplished nothing with your high-school years.
While, in the meantime, I am frighteningly a few meager weeks from half way through my senior year. Every Friday morning I have a 40 minute, heavy traffic commute to my co-op class, which meets in a small upper room of a church with a gorgeous, towering stained glass window, and one small everyday window facing a parking lot.
Unless of course if our class is virtual due to The Plague like today.
(entirely unedited shot of the early morning sunrise reflecting off of our fiery autumn trees a few weeks ago)
Me and my car* are pretty much besties. We rocked around town through the sweltering summer, not just surviving the broken ac system, but thriving with the windows down, and music up. We pretend to be cool as we glide down the highway and the trees turn into tv static, even as the rush of impatient drivers pass us.
Even now as the green of the leaves drains into coffee brown and cherry red, I seize any slight opportunity to roll down the window on the country roads.
*not really my car but the family’s, though the car is pretty much as old as me and was given to us by family friends right when I was learning to drive and now I drive it everywhere and anywhere. technicalities… ahhh who cares 😉
For class, I have been reading a fascinating world history book sorted by ideas and concepts and their affect on society and cultures, rather than putter along a strict timeline. This past week covered the topic of wind, and sent me on rabbit trails of how historically people have personified the four winds – something I have personally done.
I’ve always pictured the south wind as a rolly-polly jovial, mischievous fellow, and the North as a pale-skinned, tall man wearing a newsies cap, a sweater, and a simple grey scarf. The West Wind of course has a generous beard.
I’m not entirely sure but I have no strong mental picture for the East Wind. Instead, my mind wanders to Mr. Jarndyce in the Growlery thanks to Dicken’s Bleak House.
Quite honestly, this year has overwhelming felt like the full culmination of my classical education. Translating ancient Latin poems, passages of the Vulgate, Newton’s Laws, and even now working on writing my *own* original Latin poem, leading hour long class discussions, competing in impromptu debates, reading Greek Myths, and so on and so forth.
Plus I wrote a Shakespearian sonnet from the perspective of the Acheans sailing towards Troy, which felt like the peak of my classical academic career.
(Yep, that’s it, folks. You can all go home now. I have proved my education has paid off.)
(On a similar note, I am starting the Odyssey this coming week and am excited hehehe)
In other words, this semester has been very validating, and class is no longer a string of lectures that rely on the teacher to either be edifying or helpful, but since it is solely discussion, it is now as interesting as I make it (or as boring), which I think is pretty cool.
Out of the many things I have been busy doing recently, writing (outside of school assignments and debate speeches) is unfortunately not one of them.
However, maybe over Christmas break, I’ll slowly work back into the habit?
I visited a couple colleges last week and my first thought was the gut reaction to seeing students with beards: “wait-I-can’t-be-old-enough-for-this” and “surely-everyone-can-see-right-through-this-shabby-act-of-pretending-like-I am.”
That’s about all I have to say on that subject.
In the meantime, here’s a lot of sunsets to go around:
Also I entered an art competition with my library this summer and learned this week that I won?? Which is kind of insane to me, but fun haha.
Here’s the watercolor painting I entered:
“A heart’s a heavy burden.”
For those who don’t recognize it: my painting is of the Wizard Howl’s moving castle from the novel by Diana Wynne Jones which is in fact called “Howl’s Moving Castle.” I read and fell in love with the book this summer after watching the Studio Ghibli film with a friend. I wanted to capture the vibrant and colorful tones of the whimsy world where magic and science coexist in society. It’s an absolutely delightful and imaginative novel filled with the best quirky characters, some hilarious exchanges, and exciting action.
I’ve been wanting to write a blog post about the book vs. the movie, because this might be a rare case where I actually liked the movie better? There’s a lot of differences, and I feel like some of the changes make the story a more complete narrative, which is an interesting thing to flesh out.
Also just getting to rave about the story and the quirkiness and amazingness of it.
Maybe I’ll write that post yet. 😉
Quick poll: who else personified the four winds as a kid? how about numbers? (7 is sleazy. just try to change my mind.)