Monday, January 24, 2005
My watch slashed several marks through my wrist at work a few nights ago.
My schedule is full:
MWF Latin/Greek Terminology 8-8:50 a.m.
MWF Ancient Technology 9-9:50 a.m.
MTWRF German Review 10:-10:50 a.m.
MTWRF Latin Review 12:-12:50 p.m.
MWF Intro to Fiction 1-1:50 p.m.
Work
TWR 2:00 p.m.- 8:00 p.m.
FSat 8:00 p.m.- 2:00 a.m.
This week I cover a shift for a boy, Andres, from 8:00 a.m.- 2:00 p.m. I work with decent, friendly people who aggravate my antisocial sensitivities only slightly. A girl named Kimmy admired that I am majoring in Latin, so I shall bring The Father's old college textbook for her to study. The book makes independent study quite facile.
I finally bought this morning the two textbooks I needed for the Latin and Greek terminology class. The last Fuddruckers paycheck did not deposit directly to my account- I had The Father retrieve and mail it, but only after I had written a couple of checks to pay for other textbooks and realized belatedly the situation. The balance numbers in my checking account turned red, which is doubleplusungood because the bank assesses an exhorbitant thirty-three dollar fee for every overdrawn transaction. Dadgummit.
But the books excite me, for they are new and slick. However, I must log off the computer in a moment in order that I may commence with the homework that has accumulated over the past two weeks. The instructor already assigned over a hundred prefixes and bases to memorize. Oi weh.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:58 PM]