Do you know why I dislike in-class essays? It has nothing to do with the subject, the teacher, or the fact that blue books are wide ruled and prefer college ruled. See, when I write an essay or a paper, I generally get halfway through and then think of a better way of doing things. The better way is typically completely different from the original way. Even on in-class essay when the teacher gives us the topic beforehand and allows us to prepare an outline, I always think of a better idea when I'm three-quarters of the way through. At that point, it's too late. I don't think my #2 pencils have enough eraser to undo all that, and there's generally less than half of the time left.

So yesterday I just plugged my mental ears and ignored the little voice berating me, saying "there's a better way to do this!" I just stuck to my original outline. My Finals are gone, classes are done, and I'm really loving being at home. Today I'm going to send a bunch of faxes for work, go to the library for the National Day of Prayer event, and then do some stuff with JD & Co. for the Captain Thunderbolt film.

I was taking my JA final with the Latin 2 people, and they were talking about all of it and it just brought back memories... Their exam was exactly like the ones I had to take in Latin 3. I miss Latin. So I went and found the Latin translations of the quotes from the last post. It helps with all the nostalgia. =)

Both the quotes are from Virgil. The title quote is from Eclogues:

Cantantes licet usque (minus via laedit) eamus.

and the one at the end is from Aeneid:

Facilis descensus Averni:
noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras.
hoc opus, hic labor est.

Last night was improv night with the college/high school kids. It really was a blast; Jonathan did a good job finding lots of different games, and everyone had a good time. It was such mayhem that I don't think I could produce an accurate account of it, although I'm sure if Miss Ev were there she would have gotten everything down... some of us have it, some of us don't. Ah well. I think someone got pictures, so I'll see if I can get them out.

We've been watching Andy Griffith recently...

Barney: The last big buy was my mom and dad's anniversary present.
Andy: What'd ya get 'em?
Barney: A septic tank.
Andy: For their anniversary?
Barney: They're awful hard to buy for. Besides, it was something they could use. They were really thrilled. It had two tons of concrete in it. All steel reinforced.
Andy: You're a fine son, Barn.
Barney: I try.

I need to go send those faxes now, but first things first:

WHITE RABBIT!!!

1 Comment

1. Logan on May 1, 2008 at 10:09 AM

   I've already been white-rabbited today. Twice I think and probably more if I were to look around.
   
   The improv night was pretty fun. I thoroughly enjoyed watching and participating.
   
   I know what you mean on those essay things...
   
   I always carry around a big eraser in my backpack. It's very important to me :)