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Nov. 3rd, 2015 08:15 pmSo yesterday I had a Latin exam (I'm taking a class on the poetry of Catullus this term, which means there's generally a lot of raunchy sex, but this particular exam was on Catullus 64, which is not so much on the sex; it's more or less on the aftermath of the sex as regards a couple of mythological couples), and fortunately my bar for Latin exams is extremely low, given that last year during a final I got so overwhelmed that when I finished I wrote "I'm sorry, I apparently don't know Latin" on my test. (Uh, after my mangled translations. I did those too. Somehow I still got an A in the class.) This time I actually felt okay about the exam, because it turns out studying helps.
...yeah, guess what I haven not done for my Greek quiz tomorrow. HOW TO STUDENT, I JUST DON'T KNOW, EVEN AFTER ALMOST TWENTY YEARS AS A STUDENT.
...oh, jeez, I've been a student for almost twenty years. That can't be right. Thirteen years K-12, not counting preschool, four years of undergrad, one year of postgrad, a year and a half of grad...dear god. No wonder I have no idea how to function outside of education.
...yeah, guess what I haven not done for my Greek quiz tomorrow. HOW TO STUDENT, I JUST DON'T KNOW, EVEN AFTER ALMOST TWENTY YEARS AS A STUDENT.
...oh, jeez, I've been a student for almost twenty years. That can't be right. Thirteen years K-12, not counting preschool, four years of undergrad, one year of postgrad, a year and a half of grad...dear god. No wonder I have no idea how to function outside of education.