Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Last night, as I lay abed, some unidentifiable bug chirped continually from the general direction of the other bed. Two thoughts occurred in rapid succession: The singers usually don't have fangs, do they? and If he decides to leap over here to keep me better company, whatever I do, I must not scream, because the autistic/epileptic/Down's syndrome/blind kids down the hall might flip out. At least half an hour passed before I finally fell asleep, for I lay there, alternately giggling and admonishing myself for lacking a soul.
The German exam tomorrow has approached quite more rapidly than the first, but Berna assured everyone the material would be basic, as we did not cover the last two chapters in depth. I took a Latin quiz today that Sharada informed everyone as to the details of yesterday (after I had vanished during the break), but I knew the translation sentence, and I knew all but one of the genitive uses (the one I forgot, of course, became obvious only afterward). About Latin I am little concerned, but my "A" in German is marginal, which must be remedied so that I may study that much less for the final exam. I suspect, at the same time, I put myself through anguish for nothing- the project grade is almost assuredly an "A".
I told Eike, 'I quit school'. I told MeShawn (the girl with whom I am doing the German project), 'I quit school'. I told Bianca, 'I quit school'. I told Aaron, 'I quit school'. Es tut mir weh.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:35 PM]