Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Preparing for Latin and Greek class consumes an inordinate amount of time. I've been reading a few German articles over the weekend, which move a little quicker so long as I cheerfully ignore certain adverbs, particles, and prepostions (though I am fascinated by exclamations and interjections).
Closing every night this weekend hurt more than I had supposed it might. I did not finish preparing for Greek, so this morning I did not go (and I would only have fallen asleep). I prepared for most of Latin already, and have until two o'clock p.m. tomorrow to finish. Then more Greek. Then more German.
I know not why I inflict this pain upon myself. Other people have pointed out that learning three languages at once might not be the grandest of ideas, but then, I am too stubborn ever to have listened much to anyone my entire life, with certain notable exceptions. When I took piano lessons, my teacher told me never to make excuses, so I usually don't. My mother told me I wasn't allowed to have fun, and I make it a point not ever to do so, especially when other people are.
Avril tells me I should sleep more and that I should be nice. I have no time for the first and am wholly incapable of the second. If I sleep, the clowns will eat me.
I do not want to be eaten.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 7:27 PM]