Thursday, September 29, 2005
Tonight, if I have finished studying for tomorrow's Greek exam (like a good egg), I shall watch someone (presumably from the music department) perform the organ works of Bach. Mayhaps William will be there, as well; talking with him is always an excellent distraction for my stress-plagued mind.
For the next three hours I must complete the Latin homework and read the last few pages of the philosophy assignment. Then I have classes, including the dreaded swimming course, from which I played hooky Tuesday. We were to have learned the butterfly, as I recall, so now I am behind.
At the moment I have a 3.9 GPA, which can only be destroyed by this swimming class.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:51 AM]