Friday, February 11, 2005
I took the first German exam, forgetting only the words for "nephew" and "without". I expect a low "A". The instructor used a downloaded Donald Duck family tree to illustrate the section on naming family members, which provided me something to colour with my black ink pen. He ended with an open-ended dialogue in which I was to purchase goods from a shop owner. At points during the conversation I called the salesman Dummkopf and Schweinehund. I also mentioned I was taking money from his register and that the pencils were too expensive.
Over the weekend I need to research topics to present a paper for a classical convention next September. The paper itself is due in April, but the presentation takes place in the fall, after performing experiments, I suppose. Eric went last year and will surely assist this endeavour. I would sort of like to do something with catapults and explosives, but unfortunately possess little inherent knowledge of mechanics or chemistry. One of the professors has the official information, and I need to meet with her Monday or Tuesday to receive full details in order to ascertain what I may research.
I began reading Frankenstein for English class, and I perceive well how contemporary critics cited Shelley's writing style as too simplistic. However, she wrote better at nineteen than most people currently ever aspire to, and I therefore enjoy the narrative thus far.
Off to lunch.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:54 AM]