E tenebras, lux dormiens

Now that the fall quarter has ended, calling forth the coming of the winter. Winter, being recognized by cold weather that nips at your nose raw and freeze your fingers pale, has made his/her/its mark quite shrewdly. It was noticeable, for example, that in the fall, there alternate two days of sunshine with two days of rain/wind/cloudy gloom and back again. A battle between summer and winter. Winter being the temporary victor of the place, and I doubt I will ever see the temperature rise to 60 again for the next few months. I await spring readily, though with heavy heart. I am troubled, see, that time passes so quickly, and yet, I cannot but hope for summer again, and idle the time awhile in the hoping.

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlon world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine
With all-triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack! He was but one hour mine;
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now . . .
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---William Shakespeare

Para mí, es raro que voy a la escuela despues del fin. Oh, wait. I do go to school whether or not there's school pretty often.