Tiredness. And Greek. Not unrelated.
Sep. 30th, 2002 11:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rushthatspeaksWhat kind of language course teaches the frickin' subjunctive the fourth week (last week, we just had the quiz) and conditionals directly thereafter? We haven't even learned adjectives yet, really; we had a couple today and that's it. It was, here, have everything to do with verbsWHOOSH.
Which is not to say I'm not having fun. I'm having spectacular amounts of fun in this course. I am reveling in it. I am swearing at the fact that the Symposium is third-year Greek and I won't get to take it till grad school. I am well on my way to turning into one of those aggravatingly bouncy Greek scholars, on account of being so thrilled at suddenly having had all that indecipherable lettering in my various eighteenth-century fiction turn into words. Not words I understand, mind you, but at least words I can read and know I could look up if I want, because I am the proud owner of a new Liddell and Scott. Take that, Umberto Eco! Not everyone is eternally ignorant of the six languages you write in!
I scare myself sometimes.
I'm also generally twitching, but that's understandable, since I'm going through a phase of rereading all of Lovecraft, which involves looking over my shoulder every twenty paces. Sei, weren't you going to crochet me a chibi-Cthulhu at some point? Not to mention that in that long list of plushies you Boston people are making, I think you ought to include Valgaav, because he'd look so upset, and Amano's version of Morpheus, because he'd look so upset.
I am now officially rambling.
I will stop, and go to bed, as opposed to doing more Greek.
Angst-O-Meter: not bad, threeish, I guess. Tired. Stressed. Econ midterm this week. But so damn perky right now....
Which is not to say I'm not having fun. I'm having spectacular amounts of fun in this course. I am reveling in it. I am swearing at the fact that the Symposium is third-year Greek and I won't get to take it till grad school. I am well on my way to turning into one of those aggravatingly bouncy Greek scholars, on account of being so thrilled at suddenly having had all that indecipherable lettering in my various eighteenth-century fiction turn into words. Not words I understand, mind you, but at least words I can read and know I could look up if I want, because I am the proud owner of a new Liddell and Scott. Take that, Umberto Eco! Not everyone is eternally ignorant of the six languages you write in!
I scare myself sometimes.
I'm also generally twitching, but that's understandable, since I'm going through a phase of rereading all of Lovecraft, which involves looking over my shoulder every twenty paces. Sei, weren't you going to crochet me a chibi-Cthulhu at some point? Not to mention that in that long list of plushies you Boston people are making, I think you ought to include Valgaav, because he'd look so upset, and Amano's version of Morpheus, because he'd look so upset.
I am now officially rambling.
I will stop, and go to bed, as opposed to doing more Greek.
Angst-O-Meter: not bad, threeish, I guess. Tired. Stressed. Econ midterm this week. But so damn perky right now....
