Thursday, September 07, 2006
Late last evening I sat at the coffee shop, parsing the last set of Latin translations in preparation for a quiz this afternoon. Then I translated the next assignment, which went relatively well, except that I missed a verb or a subject or the entire meaning of a word here and there. But oh, well.
I saw Dr. Lavigne there, and he pestered me again about graduating as soon as possible to join the Tech Classics MA program. The main advantage he put forth (that I would be paid to teach) does not appeal to me as much as it might, because I do not want to teach beginning Latin and Greek classes when I have hardly a mastery of the material myself.
In theory I really do not mind taking an extra semester or two of senior level literature and translation classes, because by the time I do attend graduate school, I would then not have to spend time between teaching trying to catch up on my own education. I would much rather focus on culture studies, art history courses, etc. than join a program where I am really nothing more than an extra instructor. Dr. Lavigne and Dr. Larmour could teach me a great deal, I do not doubt, but my position would definitely be open to some abuse. This would apply to some degree for any program anywhere, more than likely, but still... Lubbock blows. If I remain at Tech for another two years, it would be quite literally only to see Dr. Larmour's and Dr. Lavigne's handsome faces every day.
I want to drop out and live in a cardboard box.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:12 AM]