Friday, January 14, 2005
The German instructor took the class this morning to the language learning laboratory, where we participated in mock phone conversations. The girl I spoke with (we could not see each other) had a sexy, radio voice. I hope we meet someday.
The Classics major in that class pointedly sat beside me, which left me greatly relieved because it meant I did not have to make it a point to sit next to him. I intend to develop a study-buddy relationship, for he professed minimal knowledge of German, but he has already taken the Greek and Latin courses. As a bonus, he does not appear socially constrained.
I printed a few departmental scholarship applications. Tomorrow after I sleep (id est, when I arise), I shall strategize further money-securing enterprises. I would conduct said research presently, but the week burned me out. Healthy nineteen year-olds require more sleep than I achieved the past three evenings.
After rejection from the Government Documents department at the library (the lady liked me, but she liked two other people more), I applied for employment with the minimart at the dormitory complex next to mine, with more success. Next week I am scheduled for thirty hours. Das ist ausgezeichnet. At most, with plasma donations, I expect to earn three thousand dollars this semester. The city buses stop running at 8:00 p.m., or I would seek a higher-paying job off-campus.
I spend an inordinate time plotting and stressing. Perhaps a baseball game or two will make for suitable diversion, but those do not begin for a few more weeks. Thus, as April suggested, I shall bury myself in schoolwork.
On that note, in an effort at achieving schedule simplification, I dropped the anthropology courses and replaced them with Latin and Greek Terminology and Public Speaking. If I feel I desperately need archaeological background, I'll audit those courses later.
Oh, my head...
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:14 PM]