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Last night I got back from my geology seminar's camping trip to the mountains, during which I looked at lots of rocks, and poked at campfires, and hiked up some rather severely sloped trails, and saw an amazing demonstration of poi, and got to know my classmates much better than I probably would have otherwise, and had the first college drink, in fact the first drink at all, excluding past sips of wine, and it had tequila or some shit in it. It was all pretty awesome.
My Roman Historians course has been giving me exactly the challenges I need. I'd been trying to work through Livy just like I did through Vergil last year, writing the English as I worked word by word, correcting to produce my own final translation. The professor noticed and recommended that I study the Latin to the point of understanding the structure and vocabulary, and then let each translation be a new one. It's still a little scary not to have a thick sheaf of translations when reading my translation in class, or studying for a test, but the new method is already improving my skills, sightreading and vocabulary in particular. The first test was last week. I was expecting some nasty surprises; over the past four years I'd become very accustomed to the Stapletonian format. It turned out to be practically identical, right down to the outline numbering and words underlined for grammar questions.
The usual mysteries of identity, attraction, procrastination, etc. are all whanging energetically off my skull's interior surface, but have failed to coalesce into any articulate thoughts. Strangely, I haven't yet missed them much.
posted on Monday, September 26, 2005
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So far, college is: seeing a familiar face in the midst of every horde of strangers, having my water bottle checked for alcohol content by booze-hunting, amusingly careless skanks on the P2P, going to bed with ink-stained fingers and Latin flowing happily through the brain, making new friends entirely at random, Halo tournaments on stolen lounge chairs in the suite across the hall, eating breakfast (quite the adventure for me), missing home not at all and close friends less than expected, lots of walking.
Still not entirely sure why I'm here, but somehow that's not the point anymore.
posted on Tuesday, September 06, 2005
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