So I'm sitting here listening to it rain the hardest it has since I've been here and I'm wondering, can you really doubt everything? I mean, if I walk outside and feel raindrops, how can I doubt the knowledge that I am wet? But on the other hand, how can I not doubt that knowledge? Why is believing that rain gets me wet any different from believing that God exists? I think a combination of having Philosophy last period today and spending some time looking at the fjord has made me feel quite introspective and inqusitive. Ah, Descartes. I have to admit that although all this questioning is a bit tiring, I have begun to love philosophy. It's the only class that's completely new to me in format and in material, which is great. I guess you could argue that Norwegian is new, but they might as well call that class "Idiot Communication" instead of Nordic Communication because I literally leave there feeling stupider than when I went in. But I guess that is part of the joy of Scandanavia, the fact that they have their own little language cult that is not quite easy to join. Oh well.

I have to say that I've begun to feel badly about my horrible ability to keep up with my blog. My English teacher (hey Pete!) keeps a much more detailed and overall better blog than me, so if you ever want to check out anything actually good, visit his page. By the way, any help with posting photos would be greatly appreciated, I'm apparently not a computer wiz (surprising, right?).

Hard to believe that my second week of classes and third week of living here is almost over. And to think that I was so scared about both of those things: living here and classes. It seems so ridiculous now. For one thing, living here is so much easier than adjusting to living with a Vietnamese family in Montreal. It's even easier than every time I've moved around back in the States. For another thing, classes here are not impossible or unreasonable. If I've been surprised by anything, it's been by how well prepared I've been for all my subjects. I thought the American education system was such crap, what with all the propaganda Bill and Melinda Gates and Oprah are spreading around, but after being here I feel really fortunate to have already received the education I have. If I'm not ahead in a class, I'm at least right where I'm supposed to be. I'm not even overloaded with work, and the work I do have I don't mind doing. I have to say the part about not minding the work is new and a much appreciated change from good old North Gwinnett High School. But like I said, turns out NGHS might not be such a bad place after all. Amazing.

Well, time to go do a bit more history homework. Maybe another post tomorrow, but until then, go check out my photo blog. http://www.flickr.com/photos/vbondura. There are some pretty good pictures up so far, and way more to come. Okay, peace and love.