Monday, February 07, 2005
Norman Bates caught me waiting for the bus this afternoon. He did not cease talking until after I got on the bus. I found the conversation useful nevertheless, as he mentioned his orchestra concert this evening that I contracted verbally with him to attend and did thus faithfully, returning approximately half an hour ago. Pieces performed were composed by Wagner, Debussy, and Ravel. The program mentioned the next performance occurs in March, with pieces by Strauss, Copland, and Bizet (selections from Carmen- yippee!).
Rebekah, having contracted some debilitating illness last week, could not attend due to her homework obligations, so I walked singly to the music hall. I prefer solitude when listening to music, anyhow. Watching the students perform evoked nostalgia for my days of voice, clarinet, and piano lessons. Aber habe ich keine Zeit und kein Geld for private lessons, though my mother's clarinet under my desk accumulates an accusatory layer of dust. C'est la vie.
The grade I received for Friday's English essay was a ninety, deservedly enough- in fact, I consider that generous. I elaborated less on one part of the question than I wrote about the other part. Oh, well. I hardly followed the plot. At least the current novel, Frankenstein, is in English, if one may prescribe pre-Victorian English as English. This afternoon's lecture involved the necessary background concerning Mary Shelley's life surrounding the period during which she wrote Frankenstein. When the professor relegated the tale of Percy Shelley's first wife's convenient suicide, I could not supress the exclamation, 'Yippee!' Mortem amo. [Translation for the illiterates: I love death.]
Relievedly the Greek and Latin Terminology exam was multiple choice, thus preventing failure almost absolutely. The TA for that course also serves as TA to the class I attend immediately thereafter, Ancient Technology, but apparently several people consumed the entire period taking the exam, for he was late in carting the projector to the classroom for the technology professor's Power Point lecture. She made finger puppets on the wall until he arrived.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:27 PM]