Got a moon above me...

I have an Englishman teacher. It's very cool. I can surely hear the difference between Irish and English accents. There are some things on TV that I couldn't really tell before, but now it seems so obvious. Anyway he seems cool. He's teaching Roman literature. And today he was talking about the Greek influences on the Roman theater. I didn't know that most of southern Italy was part of Greece. I knew Sicily was, but not Naples. Seems rather far north. But anyway we're going to be reading Cicero, Catullus, and Plautus. Exciting.

Trad is down in south campus--the most southern building on campus--and right after it on Tuesdays I have Sociology in north campus. It's a bit far, definitely doable in ten minutes if you're on a mission. The probably is that you have some teachers that start their classes at five past the hour and so let class out at five til, whereas other teacher begin on the hour and let you out at ten til. It's rather frustrating that not even the time when lectures begin is uniform across the faculty. So anyway, Trad man still wasn't done at five til, so I just left. And I wasn't really late to Sociology I don't think. She hadn't started yet anyway, but I don't know if that was just for the first day or what. That's the only minor stress to be had on Tuesdays.

The woman who teaches Sociology seems to think that she needs to yell no matter where she's standing on the stage. This is a huge class--400 kids or something crazy--so she had microphones on her pulpit. She shouts into them for two hours. She shushes people. And she demands that if you're going to leave in the middle of the class you go down to the front and ask her permission before leaving. Because that's somehow less distracting than if they just leave. It was kind of ridiculous. She's also going to make us site sources in our exam. I think that's completely mad because we aren't going to have sources to site during the exam--we just have memorize authors and the years of the publications. Wasting my brain space.

The not-Mr. Desmond Classics teacher I was ragging on yesterday, the one who tells us what notes to take, is patronizing. He also repeats things for effect that aren't going to have any effect. "You speak Greek everyday." No we don't. Quit saying that. Knowing etymology and speaking a completely different language aren't the same things.

I'm going to become very familiar with the library in the next few months 'cause I'm not buying any books. I refuse. Unless I can find cheap used copies. That's a different story.

Adrianna sent me some of everything that is wonderful including tequila, beef jerky, lead, and jarritos. Best friend ever. She had the title before, it's just been reinforced. Again.