Monday, October 16, 2006
Dr. L'Amour sent Mr. Soon-To-Be-Doctor Lynn an e-mail from England, requesting he probe our class for potential candidates for a senior-level Latin course when Dr. L'Amour returns to the armpit of America this spring. I am the only person who might take the course, provided I come upon the dinero. The German scholarship I would spend on a German class, but I need to continue taking Latin and Greek as well. If possible, I should also take a core ("'tard") class or two. However, I am severely lacking in money, so I might have to try to audit the Latin and Greek.
I use the computer much less often, now that I live off-campus and rarely have enough time altogether to do more than check my e-mails.
In bodily updates, I have developed callouses under the digits of both hands from working out in the weight room. My legs have been Nancy Kerrigan-ed. The incision in my right foot (made to leak out pus from my infection) has finally closed, but will still require time to heal over entirely. Dr. Villareal said it would probably scar me. On my shoulder is a small round bruise of unknown origin. Last week I bought blemish concealer that has been steadily diminishing the zit scars on my face.
This morning I took the Greek exam, rather dreading it, for I had missed an entire week due to errand-running. One of those days I was so tired I didn't bother attending, since I knew I would only fall asleep. Steve was understanding when I informed him later. But the passages he tested us over were relatively easy, and they were also the ones I had most thoroughly studied. The third passage (from the book of John) was ridiculously simple. I should have made an "A".
Time to study Greek.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 6:44 PM]