Wednesday, February 22, 2006
I took an online survey for the Student Counseling Center. The best question: "What is your sexual orientation?" the answers to which were
heterosexualI selected "questioning", more because I am questioning the applicability of sexual terms than because I am questioning my own sexual identity. I shrink from the idea of being pawed by anyone- man, girl, or goat. Touching is icky.
homosexual
bisexual
questioning
I woke up this morning around seven-thirty, ate, showered, and had all good intents of reading for the Trojan/Mycenaean art seminar. The book provides much hilarity, particularly the illustration of a Cycladic bear/hedgehog/cute little animal. However, I found myself incredibly lethargic, and instead settled on a couch upstairs in the foreign language building to doze, mouth hanging open. I arose about two hours later to attend Greek class, wherein we reviewed for the participle and comparatives exam Friday, about which I feel relatively confident. I need to memorize the principal parts of the verb for "to beget/be begotten" and review vocabulary, but I recognize participial forms now with a fair degree of readiness during class.
I am woefully behind in my research for the Manfred Korfmann paper. I should have a couple of hours this afternoon, with all afternoon and evening Friday and, theoretically, all day Saturday. A rough rough draft is due either Tuesday or Thursday of next week, of a paper expected to attain ten pages by the end of the semester. Depending on the amount of information I obtain, this could be a breeze or a nightmare.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:26 AM]