Thursday, August 04, 2005
Yesterday I travelled alone to purchase a bathing suit, as I am taking a beginning swimming class this fall. Possessing little foresight I meandered first through Dillard's, having forgotten momentarily that Dillard's is for monied little girls, which I am not. I tried on three two-piece suits (onesies are for ten year-olds and old people), two of which were quite obviously meant for tubby girls, and looked that way on me. The third is a brown bikini (the top and bottom match, but did not come together) that ties at the neck and behind the back. The boobies have thin blue, black, and pale yellow stripes. I felt comfortable in it, despite being jiggly, so I closed my eyes tight and let the girl at the counter take my magic swipey. Then I looked around other places at the mall, but nothing comparable or better appeared.
So for the next three weeks, I am not eating, ever, and I will do two hundred sit-ups every morning and before bed.
This morning I took the Latin exam for which I had studied at a devotion level of approximately "medium, well-condensed". I recognized both passages well, and Sharada chose relatively easy words for us to parse. I ought to finish with an "A".
About the German I am not as certain, for I scored mere "B"s on two of four essays, with low "A"s on the tests. A "B" on this final ought to be easily cinched, but an "A" would require that I study, which I as usual am not at all prepared to do.
But after tomorrow's German final there will be no more teachers' dirty looks for three weeks. Ausgezeichnet.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:48 AM]