Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Berna happened to be walking out the door of the foreign language building as I exited Latin class. She remarked that I had a nicer bike than hers, then was off and away before I unclasped my lock [the one on my bike, Louis]. Berna mobilizes herself at four or five times the rate of other people. She has been observed on her bike navigating through traffic wearing heels, toting a medium-sized, sehr chic Puma bag, while holding a coffee.
I halt not at stop signs, for starting up again is still for me an awkward process, during which I might get run over. This biking to class business is going to be the death of me.
The study abroad fair came to campus this afternoon, which again aroused my interest in enrolling in any one of the programs, in any country. I did reject the idea of teaching in Thailand, though: I read through part of the brochure and remain unconvinced that I might not be cast off in some random hut to be used as manual labor during the rainy season.
Der Studium in Ausländer kostet zu viele. But poring over the glossy brochures and reading website course lists makes me indescribably happy, as though I have experienced it all vicariously.
Ich muss deutsch studieren. Danach muss ich Philosophie lesen. Da ist so viele zu tun.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:16 PM]