Tuesday, January 17, 2006
I ate pasta for breakfast, went to classes, then ellipticized for an hour and biketicized for half an hour, whilst reading. I'll probably return to the rec later this evening, especially as I am nearly finished with that book. I brought several unread books and stashed them in my gym locker as incentives to keep coming back. They include such stunners as The Republic of Plato, The Travels of Marco Polo, and Dreamcatcher.
I find myself thus far greatly appreciating my schedule for the semester. It provides ample reading time, or rather, more flexibility to read and keep up with classwork. This semester I have already many more writing projects interspersed with regular quizzes and exams, but I am at least released from the grueling pace young Mr. Underwood imposed in the first course of Greek last semester. Every Friday we were quizzed over material from the week, which might not have been unthinkable if I had not have had a week devoted to several other classes requiring my study time. I missed at least two quizzes, did poorly on the final, and received a "B" for the semester, which lowered my GPA to an unacceptable 3.8. I'm never getting into grad school.
I ate a salad (the meat and cheese, anyhow; lettuce, schmettuce) with two energy drinks/cans of cat urine, checked e-mails and such, and now must skip away to the dorm to check postal mail (I am eagerly awaiting a package from April). Dann muss ich Griechisch studieren, wieder trainieren, und auch Deutsch oder Kosmos lesen (wenn ich nicht mude bin). Ja, sehr gut.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:31 PM]