Not that I have much to say...
But I felt that some things should be recorded for future reference. I have *gulp* finished my masters. That in and of itself seems strange and not quite right. Wasn't I doing something like this last year? Graduating? Eh? No matter. The most important aspect of all is that receiving the almighty Toronto MA means one thing: a pass in Latin. The culmination of the most fear-ridden months of my life. The stress levels on that one were astronomical.
And also, this means that I have somehow convinced enough people that I am worthy to continue on in this crazy field. Level 4 defeated. Now to a more frightening fact: I head off to Oxford in October. Who thought that was going to happen? Certainly not I. But nevertheless here (or rather there) I go.
But before that can happen I must survive a summer of German, a language I never had any interest or compulsion to take. Until now. Gutenmorgen. I have no idea how I'm going to cram another language's vocabulary into this brain. I think my head is starting to resemble someone's neglected basement: a corner for Spanish vocabulary, a corner for Latin, and if we want this German to fit we're going to have to get rid of something. I'm going to have to have a proverbial brain rummage sale. Anyone interested in some 10th grade biology facts? Astronomy 101? Something has got to go so that I can actually start absorbing these German words.
And, besides some belated spring cleaning, that about wraps us up. My grad house roomies are scattering to their respective corners of the globe and I have only German, softball, and alcohol left. My work ethic is totally shot. This is going to be one interesting summer.
And also, this means that I have somehow convinced enough people that I am worthy to continue on in this crazy field. Level 4 defeated. Now to a more frightening fact: I head off to Oxford in October. Who thought that was going to happen? Certainly not I. But nevertheless here (or rather there) I go.
But before that can happen I must survive a summer of German, a language I never had any interest or compulsion to take. Until now. Gutenmorgen. I have no idea how I'm going to cram another language's vocabulary into this brain. I think my head is starting to resemble someone's neglected basement: a corner for Spanish vocabulary, a corner for Latin, and if we want this German to fit we're going to have to get rid of something. I'm going to have to have a proverbial brain rummage sale. Anyone interested in some 10th grade biology facts? Astronomy 101? Something has got to go so that I can actually start absorbing these German words.
And, besides some belated spring cleaning, that about wraps us up. My grad house roomies are scattering to their respective corners of the globe and I have only German, softball, and alcohol left. My work ethic is totally shot. This is going to be one interesting summer.