Sunday, August 28, 2005
Steve (someone who works in my dorm office) recited part of Beowulf for me in Old English. His accent is fascinating, though reading the book itself with Mrs. Norwood senior year was tedious. Steve also speaks Gaelic, to which he subconsciously reverts when drunk.
Adorably, he nervously anticipates his first day of teaching high school English classes tomorrow. His students are sure to find him eccentric.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:28 PM]