Friday, March 03, 2006
I had set the time on my alarm to sound at six-thirty in the a.m., but I apparently neglected to set the alarm itself. I rolled over, drowsily mulling over a dream from which I was somehow roused, to remark inwardly, hmmm... dim light is streaming undaunted through the blinds I shut tightly against the outer world... which means it has passed six-thirty in the a.m.... Verdammt! Ich muß Deutsch studieren!
Leaping from my tent bed like one of the McAlisters in Home Alone, I hurriedly showered and scurried with my bookbag to study my vocabulary list for an hour before taking the German oral exam with Der Grair Bear (Dr. Grair) and Raija (the TA). I apologized and explained I was admittedly less-prepared than intended, for I had Nyquil-ed myself to sleep, despite not being sick. The medicine had yet left me too groggy to concentrate fully. Dr. Grair informed me (auf Deutsch, natürlich) that it might not be the greatest idea to take Nyquil when one has not a cold, to which I responded with a nervous giggle and an insincere promise (Versprechen) to cut back a little.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 8:42 PM]