Friday, October 14, 2005
My former roommate's mother sent a Halloween care package. I carried it down the hall to my room with tears in my eyes, then burst out laughing when I opened it to find the box stuffed entirely with candy, as though at that moment I truly needed that sort of thing. Amy's mother also included a nice letter, telling me I should feel accomplished having spent nine months living with her daughter. I do.
I had arisen at six and read for German class through most of the day; thus also feeling somewhat depressed I took a nap through philosophy and Latin (I knew I wouldn't miss anything major). I felt much better afterward, and did then go to swimming class, if only to be counted for having attended. People were doing group presentations, but only two groups were scheduled, so we all left early.
I encountered William Balch on the walk back to my dorm, and he distracted me for a solid fifty minutes with a long, pleasant rant about the Texas Tech bell tower's inadequacies. He spoke quite reverently about a few organ professors and a renowned carillon player who are making Tech appearances soon. William is absolutely adorable when he gets animated, and I almost wanted to hug him.
After we parted I finished reading, then took my Greek flashcards to study while I ellipticized. I thought about chanting the paradigms out loud, but apparently I am not quite as uninhibited as I seem sometimes, for I refrained.
Today went more smoothly: I woke up, studied for Greek, went to Greek and German classes, studied for sexuality, took the ancient sexuality exam, and am now preparing to vanish to read for leisure before I go to Stammtisch at five.
But tomorrow I work. Ugh.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:16 PM]