The Return of the Student

I'm back! From whence, I know not. All I know is that I feel as though I have not had my head on straight for a few weeks. Possibly longer.
We've been reading so much philosophy lately! I find it interesting, but 'tis so new to me that I have trouble interacting with it. Now we're on Hume, after reading Descartes, Hobbes and Locke. Ahhhh! If I had a week for each reading, I would have a better time of it. As it is, we have two or three days for each. So, Ahhhh! I'm learning, though, to be a better student. That's why I haven't really surfaced online for two weeks.
We had our Halloween party on Friday night--great fun!!! We had lots of people from Hogwarts join us (apparently people do things in themes around here), as well as the Mad Hatter, a Muslim Angel (it actually worked okay!), and numerous other fun things. I procured a pure wool, made-in-Scotland kilt for seven bucks at Value Village, and made my appearance as a Highland dancer. We danced a lot: there was general move-however-you-want-to-throbbing-techno-music kind of dancing; some of our really cool people did swing; and all of us joined in to do the Virginia Reel, as well as another group dance. The latter was the highlight of the night, and I think quite a few of us were wishing for more assemblies such as that.
Some changes have taken place, as of yesterday: I have gone from my little room, to a larger room plus a roommate! Without divulging any private information, of which none belongs to myself, here's the scoop: my friend had a roommate in the women's house, they needed a different situation, la-di-da, I get asked to move in with my friend, la-di-da, we finally rectify the situation by turning the gorgeous Room One of the main house into a dwelling for my friend and I, and her former roomie gets my room. We have now spent one night thus, and are praising God for how wonderfully He has orchestrated this! I am so assured of His hand. And get this: my new room even has a fireplace! We're prohibited from lighting it, but ambience is really the key. One closet, however, does not unlock (they are, for some reason, deadbolted). We had to resort to crime, and have two of the senior guys attempt to pick the lock. Even they in their expertise could do nothing. Still, our house manager was teasing us, saying that we had the watchtower room (it's located between the men's hall, and the women's), and could spy on everybody. I sincerely hope so.

"The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and Providence their guide; then hand in hand, with wandr'ing steps and slow, through Eden made their solitary way." ~Milton, Paradise Lost