May 12, 2008 12:42
Well, I think you guys all know I've had a rough time in my Thucydides class, and by rough I mean tearful breakdowns, constant sweaty palms, invoking God to bring about the rapture ASAP, etc. Anyway, to recap, it all came to a head when I had the second tearful dissolution and my teacher (the Drill Sargent, I think is a fitting name) said I didn't have to read in class anymore. He said some other things regarding my Greek ability that I shan't repeat, but not reading in class was part of the deal. I was extremely grateful, but one of my friends was extremely adamant that I do SOMETHING to show that I'm not as bad at Greek as the Drill Sargent thinks, and suggested volunteering in class.
Then I ran into House, PhD and told him about all of this. He was aghast that I had let my nervousness get the better of me, and visibly upset that I was no longer translating in class and allowing myself to be beaten by my anxiety. He specifically said I should take up the Drill Sargent's offer of translating in his office, and so I e-mailed the Drill Sargent and requested that we meet once a week for the rest of term in order to help me overcome my fear and to (hopefully) show I know SOME Greek.
And I just got back from our first meeting, which was high stress but I guess not too bad. I managed to stay calm enough to try to answer questions, even when I guessed every word in the sentence as the antecedent to tauta, and it turned out to have an abstract antecedent from the previous sentence. So this is my calming down from that before turning back to Greek and studying for another hour before I have my midterm. If I don't do well on this mid term there really is NO WAY to get credit for the class, not that I think I have much of a chance right now, but I would like to do well. So there is pressure, but I'm going to try to not let it get the better of me.
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