Thursday, February 23, 2006
Between classes this morning I purchased Kailey Marie's birthday present, which the school bookstore had discounted by twenty percent, this being Black History Month. Of course, as I stood in line I thought to myself: Hmmm... does marking down the price on this anthology cheapen the lives of black Americans?
I did not have time to ponder the question too deeply, however, for I had to scurry back to the foreign language building to attend the German readings class, which was delightful as always. It let out early enough that I had time to eat soup and a chicken Caesar wrap (microwaved: muy bueno). Now, unfortunately, I am to interrupt my life with an eight-hour work shift, which ends at nine o'clock. Afterward, depending upon the level of exhaustion at which I find myself, I shall either ellipticize or sally straight to the dorm to study for tomorrow's Greek exam.
Tomorrow I must again be a busy bee, waking up to study Greek, create fliers for the next Classical Society event, write an assignment for German Conversation, and at some point contact the German Club president about t-shirts, which we should have received many moons ago. I also would like to read further in the Schliemann book.
So much to do, and so little Lauree.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 10:40 AM]