::giggling:: And verging more on 'Whee!' ::cheerful:: Adult Greek graduation was tonight. We covered *maybe* a quarter of what would might be covered in a first semester college Greek class. Of course, we also had corny jokes and 'Why learn Greek?' propaganda. Mostly, though, we got to spend an hour a week learning basic Greek words and a little grammar from a (retired+) Greek Orthodox priest. But the 'contest'? Which he called a contest because 'This isn't a test; I want this to be a stress-free hour in your week'? Good Lord. It made me very grateful I'd studied for a couple days ahead of time! But it was totally optional, at least.
Er. I thought I'd missed a verb. (I still think I missed a verb, but I didn't get the test back to find out.) Um. Apparently, I aced it. 120 out of 120. ::grinning:: Three other people, all from my class section, also aced it! (
alysswolf still thinks she's going to wake up tomorrow and find out it was a really nice dream; *she* thought she'd made about 100/120. Nope. She aced it *too*.) In the 34 years he's been teaching this class, Father V. has only had 4 or 5 make 120 before -- he had another 4 this year!
I am the proud possessor of a Greek & English New Testament, a reproduction of the Venus de Milo, and a diploma (suitable for framing; I did mention the corny jokes, right?). And here's the best joke: two of the people who tied for first place, who competed for, and won, the dual-language New Testament? A Jewish doctor and a pagan. WHEEE!
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+ Father V's idea of 'retired' seems to be 'Do everything I was doing before that was fun, but skip the meetings and go run services for small parishes that don't have a regular priest.' He doesn't like not having things to do....