Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The University of Kentucky offered an admissions package to their Classical Languages MA program that I decided to accept. The University of Maryland, from whom I have not heard a definite response with respect to financial aid, was my top choice, but the department probably cannot provide funding, if by this point they have not notified me of a TA appointment decision. So Lexington it is, in most likelihood. No place on Earth could make me more miserable than I have been in Lubbock, so while not particularly enthused about moving to the Midwest, I could also not be happier. I will be satisfied to live anyplace where the dirt stays on the ground, where it in fact belongs.
The program is strong in reception studies for Neo-Latin, which I would want to study in general, but specifically in Deutschland between 1450-1850ish. The Graduate Director encouraged that I travel for study nach Deutschland, but even in lieu of that, the department annually funds summer travel in Italy or Greece for at least one grad student. Wunderbar.
Labels: Deutschland, dirt, financial aid, grad school, Lexington, Lubbock, misery, Neo-Latin, summer study abroad, The University of Kentucky, The University of Maryland
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:37 PM]
Bob Dylan Is Not A Crazy Old Man
Thursday, March 27, 2008
In an advising session with Dr. Lavigne this afternoon, he mentioned, after I decide which graduate school to attend, he would take me aside for a "send-off". I worry this means he's going to break a liquor bottle across my side. I would almost rather have a sex talk with my dad. Normally, the "send-off" occurs between Dr. Larmour and the graduate students who are leaving the University for a PhD program somewhere. Being yet an undergrad, I get Avril, but I might put in a request that Dr. Larmour be present.
The shifts I work at Fuddruckers only last between three and six hours, nights, which makes this the cakewalk job I had hoped it would be. A tire blowing out on my tank, however, complicates transportation from (I catch the bus to) Fuddruckers to The Lair, which is about four miles away. The walk takes forever, but I still arrive at The Lair with time enough to work for a little bit before bedtime.
Labels: advising, Bob Dylan, car, Fuddruckers, grad school, senility, The Lauree Lair, transportation, walking, working
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 2:43 PM]
Fond, But Not In Love
Friday, March 21, 2008
I began work at Fuddruckers. With a few exceptions, I am older than everyone else, including the manager who drove me home last night (for my tank is still kaputt). I intend to bus tables for the next several months to pay off a credit card or two.
For the next two weeks, I am going to sit by my mailbox, awaiting financial aid decisions from three of the Classics programs that have accepted me. I have my books (ever so many books), and the weather has begun to warm.
I realize, of course, that my plans may be thrown awry from the small fact that I have not attended so many algebra classes this semester... but it should be offered again via correspondence over the summer. The end still is near.
For all the reading I do, one would think I could connect written and spoken sentences at least through punctuation, if not actual logic, but it seems my inability to sit still for more than three minutes at a time at a desk or before a computer inhibits lengthy transitional expression (present sentence perhaps excluded). Fore in my mind at the moment is the anticipation of my outing to the grocery store this evening for milk and oranges. I might forget about the oranges when I get there.
Labels: errands, financial aid, Fuddruckers, grad school, milk, oranges, Radiohead, working
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 4:47 PM]