Monday, August 29, 2005
None of the people in Greek class appear interesting, except the instructor himself, Mathew, one of the classics graduate students. He wore a pastel (I think greenish) shirt, textured white pants, and a pink tie, probably to make us think him a spasmoid. I love him. Either he was a GT kid, also, or he has ADHD; he sometimes crosses back-and-forth in front of the chalkboard, or he nearly completes forward lunges as he talks. He isn't adorable like Eike, but I shall similarly stare at him with drool gathering in my mouth the entire period.
Dr. Joshua D. Bonzo teaches German Culture and Society. He is very nice, quite obviously smart, and determined to speak auf Deutsch the entire time, about which I am naturally anguished, for my grammar is nicht so gut. I thought my little friend, Jeremy, had signed up as well, but he did not appear in class today. Das ist schade. I suspect this class might involve something I particularly am not fond of: work (der Arbeit). Pssh. I just want to speak the language; I am not at all interested in learning it.
The ancient civilization (Episode One: The Near East And Greece) professor entered the room with a sight dog, which I had not anticipated. I admired that he simply started the lecture and did not bother making unnecessary excuses for himself. He had someone who I presume is a history graduate student (but not a TA) help him carry in a few maps of the Mediterranean, with all the little mountains raised so he could feel to point them out. I discerned even from his brief geography discussion that he is, as reputed, quite thorough. November 18th an eight-to-ten-page paper describing some book is due. He provided a list of books he reserved at the library, so immediately after class I hustled to secure In Search of the Indo-Europeans: Language, Archaeology, and Myth before someone else dibsed it. Also, I know fully what will occur if I do not begin this project now.
Dr. Lavigne reminds me of the big red alien from the classic film Space Jam, starring Michael Jordan and the Looney Toons. The class involves daily discussions and analyses, and I already designated the girl sitting behind me as The Irritating Person Who Makes Every Point Argumentatively. I don't believe she has that intention, but she still sounds defensive every time she comments. She's perfectly nice, though, and she admitted she had trouble expressing precisely what she meant. Nevertheless, I had a small urge to strangle her every time she spoke. I probably ought to have that checked.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:24 PM]