Fwump, aka the sound of Femme falling into bed.
I am tired. Like ungodly tired. And wicked strung out, to the point that I had to step away from my migraine-producing stack o' books and try to forget that I have a Latin test on Monday and just go sit in a movie theater tonight with noeon to watch Brave. (Which, as an aside, everyone should see because it's the first animated princess movie I've seen that passes the Bechdel test. Also it made me sob, which I actually needed today. So yeah. Two thumbs up. Go see it. It's smart, funny, and feminist. Ignore the anachronisms; it's a kid's movie.) I will probably pay for losing the study time, but I had to. I absolutely could not cram any more Latin into my head.
Seriously, my life has boiled down to two things: working and Latin. And if I'm really lucky I might get more than four or five hours of sleep a night. So far I haven't been really lucky. :/
Today I spent four hours in class and five hours outside of class working on declensions and conjugations. And I'm starting to feel a bit shrill and freaked out because even with the enormous amount I'm studying--I range from four to fifteen hours a day depending on whether I have work or not--I still feel so far behind. Which given that in the past two weeks (aka six class periods) I've gone through fourteen chapters of Wheelock's Latin and eight chapters of Collins' Ecclesiastical Latin, probably is not surprising. I just...I'm tired, y'all. I've even started dreaming about Latin declensions, what the fuck. However, I can now decline Severus and Draco's names. I'm not certain if that's a good thing or not.
This class is so rough that two of the six people in our class dropped out this week. Today I nearly had a nervous breakdown because I couldn't seem to remember what the future and perfect conjugations of possum were. They'd just slid right out of my brain. And it's all so public too, when you mess up, which is one of the things I hate about language classes. Also, my pronunciation is atrocious. I can read it in my head perfectly but somehow trying to get it from my head out of my mouth is impossible. My brain just refuses to let my mouth work properly. Sigh.
I know this is one of those things I'll be glad I've done when it's over, and I really do like Latin. I'm just...completely blitzed already. (Oh, Christ, I've dozed off twice just writing this. D: ) And I feel ridiculously stupid sometimes which just makes me want to bang my head against the edge of the desk repeatedly and with great gusto. I know I'm not doing as awful as I think I am--I got an A- on my first quiz and I thought I'd maybe scrape a B if I was lucky. But still.
Meh.
On the bright side I'm going to get a new tattoo this weekend. New ink always makes me happy. Which will be a nice break from being ridiculously cranky and stressed.
Going to bed now. Have to be up by 7 to start in on more fucking Latin, but hey, at least that's an extra hour of sleep, so yay?
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Seriously, my life has boiled down to two things: working and Latin. And if I'm really lucky I might get more than four or five hours of sleep a night. So far I haven't been really lucky. :/
Today I spent four hours in class and five hours outside of class working on declensions and conjugations. And I'm starting to feel a bit shrill and freaked out because even with the enormous amount I'm studying--I range from four to fifteen hours a day depending on whether I have work or not--I still feel so far behind. Which given that in the past two weeks (aka six class periods) I've gone through fourteen chapters of Wheelock's Latin and eight chapters of Collins' Ecclesiastical Latin, probably is not surprising. I just...I'm tired, y'all. I've even started dreaming about Latin declensions, what the fuck. However, I can now decline Severus and Draco's names. I'm not certain if that's a good thing or not.
This class is so rough that two of the six people in our class dropped out this week. Today I nearly had a nervous breakdown because I couldn't seem to remember what the future and perfect conjugations of possum were. They'd just slid right out of my brain. And it's all so public too, when you mess up, which is one of the things I hate about language classes. Also, my pronunciation is atrocious. I can read it in my head perfectly but somehow trying to get it from my head out of my mouth is impossible. My brain just refuses to let my mouth work properly. Sigh.
I know this is one of those things I'll be glad I've done when it's over, and I really do like Latin. I'm just...completely blitzed already. (Oh, Christ, I've dozed off twice just writing this. D: ) And I feel ridiculously stupid sometimes which just makes me want to bang my head against the edge of the desk repeatedly and with great gusto. I know I'm not doing as awful as I think I am--I got an A- on my first quiz and I thought I'd maybe scrape a B if I was lucky. But still.
Meh.
On the bright side I'm going to get a new tattoo this weekend. New ink always makes me happy. Which will be a nice break from being ridiculously cranky and stressed.
Going to bed now. Have to be up by 7 to start in on more fucking Latin, but hey, at least that's an extra hour of sleep, so yay?
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