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"Oh! do not attack me with your watch. A watch is always too fast or too slow. I cannot be dictated to by a watch."

Unfortunately, while Frank Churchill could not be dictated to by a watch, I can. It is ten 'till eleven; I am resolved to type for ten more minutes and then hit 'Publish' and work on my Greek for seventeen minutes after that. I shall absorb three minutes walking to the library, stapling my Chemistry homework, and then arrive at Greek a few minutes past 11:20 am. I shall sit around for seven or eight minutes and revel in all the intellectual goofiness that naturally occurs in a Greek classroom before having to commit blackboard with my dubious exercises that all seem to involve armies and the sea and letters and smell strongly of grade school Latin (didn't I come to college...? Oh, yeah. When you start a subject it's the same no matter what. Silly me.)

The infamous Calculus exam went rather well. I was surprised by the relative simplicity of the problems involved, and thankfully was able to remember fairly accurately the way he wants us to present the problems. Now I am praying that this was not all a matter of self-deception. I am always overcome throughout the thirty minutes or so following any mathematics exam that I have been engaged for the past several weeks in playing a miserable joke on myself, one that involves convincing myself (mistakenly) that I can do the work and understand the concepts when I really can't. It passes once the next concern comes along, of course, and is nothing terribly deep--but still. It hasn't quite gone yet.

RAS just called. She's going to be here in a few minutes, so I shall probably get off a little before eleven after all... I really do need to finish that Greek assignment anyway, and it's by sheer "nice" Providence that I finished my Chemistry assignment before Calculus today.

I say "nice" Providence because I don't want to say "luck" and I don't want to say "good" Providence because that implies that I am interpreting the inherent nature of what God does, which I--being mortal, fallible, and dreadfully stupid--cannot do. So I say "nice" Providence because that is an on-the-surface, shallow term that conveys just how I perceive it. I do hope it doesn't strike anyone as heretical.

10:58 am. I shall leave you two--no, now it's one--minute early.

Adieu.
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  1. e on September 15, 2008 at 8:36 PM

    The "hope you're not allergic" comment on your sidebar just made me laugh. Have fun in silly classes.

     


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