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Oct. 3rd, 2011 09:16 pmSo! An entry that does not turn into a panic attack, grad school worries, or roommate drama. (Read: my paranoia.) At least, I hope not.
The temperature dropped yesterday, which is lovely -- it's starting out in the low sixties and rising to the mid-seventies. This morning it was in the low sixties, so I took the opportunity to finally wear my tea-length corduroy skirt with these really cute embroidery panels -- it's a very, very thin corduroy with no lining, so it's one I can actually wear when it's warm out. I really like tea-length (midi) skirts; I feel all elegant and rustic and so on. I put a cardigan in my purse and wore a short-sleeved shirt, though; I didn't want to be that girl in New Orleans who freaks out and bundles up for winter weather when it's still in summer temps. As it was, I didn't really have anything to worry about: not only was it not quite cool enough for me to pull out the cardi, there were plenty of other girls in cardigans or sweatshirts. I did manage to fuck up my feet with my shoe choice, though -- I started off the day in the one pair of flats I've found that will actually (mostly) stay on my feet, which eventually started to wear away at a spot right beneath my little toe on the right foot. I switched to heels for the next class, which was a REALLY DUMB IDEA, since I've lost the calluses I'd built up for wearing those shoes on a regular basis (they're the ones I got in Cambridge) and now I have blisters in three or four places. Not helped by the fact that after class I was running around -- well, walking. Slowly. And deliberately. I had to go over to Loyola to pick up a book for my seminar, then back to Tilton to drop off a couple of books and print out an assignment. I was going to get a book too, but it turns out neither Tilton nor Monroe have it, so I'll have to interlibrary loan something for the first time. EXCITING. (It's for my thesis. Virgil's Schoolboys: The Poetics of Pedagogy in Renaissance England.)
In my Latin class we've started reading Pliny the Younger's account of the eruption of Pompeii. Oh, Pliny, what do you have against verbs? VERBS ARE OUR FRIENDS. Apparently Cicero is even worse.
Friday and today were test days -- Greek Art & Arch and Latin on Friday, Greek today. *hands* Latin test went okay, I made some dumb mistakes, haven't gotten GA&A back yet.
I did end up dropping the public service, which is such a relief for my poor frazzled nerves, you have no idea. I'm going to try and do a public service internship next semester.
I'm currently reading The Wall: Rome's Greatest Frontier about Hadrian's Wall. I pulled it off the shelf to look at it when I was in the library last week, then, um, couldn't get it back up, so I checked it out and it's a good read; Alistair Moffat's an engaging writer and so far it seems like a pretty good primer for Roman Britain. He also takes the time to talk about the Britons, rather than just the Romans; the chapter I'm on right now is about the Vindolanda letters.
...I just realized that the Vindolanda letters are at the British Museum, and I have no memory of looking at them. I'm pretty sure that I DID, I just can't remember it. Oh, woe, clearly I'll have to go back. The horror.
I've got a stack of books to read I'm itching to read as soon as I'm done with Moffat -- some Sutcliff, some Davis, a few others. Boooooooks. My friends. (My favorite friends, at the moment; my other friends are enthralled by basebabble. My dad: not a sports fan. It has rubbed off.)
The temperature dropped yesterday, which is lovely -- it's starting out in the low sixties and rising to the mid-seventies. This morning it was in the low sixties, so I took the opportunity to finally wear my tea-length corduroy skirt with these really cute embroidery panels -- it's a very, very thin corduroy with no lining, so it's one I can actually wear when it's warm out. I really like tea-length (midi) skirts; I feel all elegant and rustic and so on. I put a cardigan in my purse and wore a short-sleeved shirt, though; I didn't want to be that girl in New Orleans who freaks out and bundles up for winter weather when it's still in summer temps. As it was, I didn't really have anything to worry about: not only was it not quite cool enough for me to pull out the cardi, there were plenty of other girls in cardigans or sweatshirts. I did manage to fuck up my feet with my shoe choice, though -- I started off the day in the one pair of flats I've found that will actually (mostly) stay on my feet, which eventually started to wear away at a spot right beneath my little toe on the right foot. I switched to heels for the next class, which was a REALLY DUMB IDEA, since I've lost the calluses I'd built up for wearing those shoes on a regular basis (they're the ones I got in Cambridge) and now I have blisters in three or four places. Not helped by the fact that after class I was running around -- well, walking. Slowly. And deliberately. I had to go over to Loyola to pick up a book for my seminar, then back to Tilton to drop off a couple of books and print out an assignment. I was going to get a book too, but it turns out neither Tilton nor Monroe have it, so I'll have to interlibrary loan something for the first time. EXCITING. (It's for my thesis. Virgil's Schoolboys: The Poetics of Pedagogy in Renaissance England.)
In my Latin class we've started reading Pliny the Younger's account of the eruption of Pompeii. Oh, Pliny, what do you have against verbs? VERBS ARE OUR FRIENDS. Apparently Cicero is even worse.
Friday and today were test days -- Greek Art & Arch and Latin on Friday, Greek today. *hands* Latin test went okay, I made some dumb mistakes, haven't gotten GA&A back yet.
I did end up dropping the public service, which is such a relief for my poor frazzled nerves, you have no idea. I'm going to try and do a public service internship next semester.
I'm currently reading The Wall: Rome's Greatest Frontier about Hadrian's Wall. I pulled it off the shelf to look at it when I was in the library last week, then, um, couldn't get it back up, so I checked it out and it's a good read; Alistair Moffat's an engaging writer and so far it seems like a pretty good primer for Roman Britain. He also takes the time to talk about the Britons, rather than just the Romans; the chapter I'm on right now is about the Vindolanda letters.
...I just realized that the Vindolanda letters are at the British Museum, and I have no memory of looking at them. I'm pretty sure that I DID, I just can't remember it. Oh, woe, clearly I'll have to go back. The horror.
I've got a stack of books to read I'm itching to read as soon as I'm done with Moffat -- some Sutcliff, some Davis, a few others. Boooooooks. My friends. (My favorite friends, at the moment; my other friends are enthralled by basebabble. My dad: not a sports fan. It has rubbed off.)