rushthatspeaks | Feeling a tad better

At least, enough to be in class today, though frankly I wouldn't have missed today for the world. Now that I have no responsibilities relating to it in any way, shape, or form, I can finally sit back and laugh during Hell Week. Greek class this morning was wonderful. C. from Merion turned up as the Ghost of Christmas Present, wearing a bathrobe (somewhat charred from an entirely unplanned Incident at breakfast) and a laurel wreath and carrying a torch. She had been instructed that she was to address our Greek TA as Caesar, with a Roman salute, until someone actually used his name, at which point she went on a mini-rant about how very perturbed she was, not to say disturbed, deceived, and annoyed. It was hilarious, especially his reply ('I never said I was the Pontifex Maximus...!')We also had two Pem East frosh, both doing their dorm proud, one sufficiently that she was becoming seriously concerned about questions involving movement and frostbite-- bending over simply wasn't possible, and she had some trouble sitting down and standing up. She was sitting across from me, and while ordinarily I do not consider it a salutary experience to have my thought process running something along the lines of '...and the second person imperative of tithemi urkcleavage...takes the stem of...my, that's a lot of skin...', it's surprising how well this distracts from the general I-still-feel-appallingness of it all. I was prepared for today; I am carrying an all-purpose dollar suitable for attacking the Pem East frosh with, so it all works out nicely. Lunch next, which should be amusing. I think I will manage to make both classes today, too, although actual job-related working is a lost cause.

It's not that I feel better. But I am certainly well-distracted.

Oh, and thanks to K. for posting the research on John Fryer. He never spoke much about his personal life, but he was a man I have always felt honored to know.