Friday, July 04, 2008
GIn high school Latin, to recall the properties of verbs I had to recognize, I used the mnemomic device "please never tickle my vulva" for person, number, tense, mood, voice. In the classroom I'll be teaching next semester, I guess I'll have to devise something else for the little chickadees. Curses to this over-fertile imagination of mine.
Today I did what I have done nearly every day for the past month and-a-half: I woke up, ate a semi-balanced breakfast, read for perhaps twenty minutes, and then spent several hours on the computer looking at photographs people post on Facebook from their travels to Europe. Apparently, everyone but I have gone to Deutschland or Spain for the summer. I stressed this spring over grad school applications instead of foreign travel plans. People who have been asking, I tell, 'Oh... maybe next summer.' Right now I cannot afford to move out of the monstrous state I live in.
But I will get to Kentucky for grad school next month, if it means checking myself and two bags onto a Greyhound and leaving everything else in a dumpster. I didn't bother applying to Tech, because I would rather move somewhere else and work for a year than stay in Lubbock. I'm miserable everywhere I go, for that is the nature of a Lauree, but my misery has stagnated. It's time to progress to a higher level of discontent.
Labels: discontent, Europe, Greyhound, Latin, memory, moving, photography, verbs
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:26 PM]