Sunday, November 06, 2005
I've outlined the themes I need to discuss for the paper about ancient Greek male-male relations/"homosexuality", but am for some reason at the moment reluctant to string everything together into a two-page paper. Early registration for spring classes begins tomorrow morning promptly at twelve-oh-one, and the hour intermission between my release from work and that registration commencement will be used ever-so-wisely in the composition of this magnum opus. I again find myself in that quandry of a desire to discuss more than is required to answer the question. Limiting my mind's resourcefulness to that which may be accessed merely within the space of an hour, therefore, should solve this problem.
I realized this semester that having weekend mornings and early afternoons to conduct business (studying, writing, research, etc.) releases much tension from my mind after the strain put upon it by my weekday schedule, which is a monstrous and abominable nightmare of classes, work, club meetings, and the struggle to remain alert through all of them. Next semester, I might take only thirteen hours, to be heightened to fifteen if I decide to enroll in a basic communications class. I don't wanna, but I am aware I must get rid of that hindrance to my graduation at some point or other.
On Monday and Wednesday mornings at either eight or nine I shall achieve my last gym credit through one of weight training, racquetball, or volleyball classes. On MWF I would need to take Greek at noon and German Conversation & Composition at two. Then I need to take a couple of senior classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The seminar over the Trojan War begins at nine-thirty, followed by a German contemporary readings course. If I take the communications class, it would either follow the German readings or precede the Greek... stupid core crap...
Where to place my person this winter break has aroused some anxiety, until I saw an ad this morning from someone who needs a body to assume her winter lease (until school starts again in January). I would very much like to be that body. I sent the girl an e-mail today. I told her that I do not smoke and I am very clean. I also made sure to mention that I currently have the dinero. If this situation works out, I can relax about where to live and then concentrate on finding a break job. Fuddruckers would be fabulous, provided the buses run... stupid crappy mass transit system...
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:52 AM]