Recent events and new LiveJournal page layout
First of all, in a spirit of self-invention, I have changed my page layout, title, subtitle, and subtly even my friends page title. I have a Plus Account now, because I started to covet those page layouts which require one. Even now I wish I had a Paid one to get what I think are the best of the lot.
Less than a week after my last exam of school, I have started lessons with a tutor to skip Latin 3 at my school and go straight to the poetry, and therefore get in AP Latin before I graduate. This teacher and I speak on GChat about various things, and she once called me a little chauvinist for corroborating her saying that her place is in the kitchen. She knows her stuff, and assigns me, with Caesar having been finished, Cicero (which she made me read out loud in public) and poems of Martial, which vary in dirtiness. Since this started about three weeks ago, I have also finished some good books.
CTY, which begins on July 20, now two days away, fills me with memories of joy. This will be my last three weeks of this, so I must make the most of it. Nothing will stop me from living each day to the fullest. This means I will concentrate doubly during class, except when it is too hot to do so. I will drink my time here, and I may never have my fill, but I will imbibe, even chug high summer's liquor without breath until the jug is pulled away from me. Nothing can stop me. I will write back home, but perhaps my lack of a girlfriend, for Samantha and I broke up by mutual consent soon after the end of finals, will affect how I enjoy these three weeks. Maybe I will get to know my friends. I cannot imagine that I have learned enough about the attendees to know how much there is to them.
Less than a week after my last exam of school, I have started lessons with a tutor to skip Latin 3 at my school and go straight to the poetry, and therefore get in AP Latin before I graduate. This teacher and I speak on GChat about various things, and she once called me a little chauvinist for corroborating her saying that her place is in the kitchen. She knows her stuff, and assigns me, with Caesar having been finished, Cicero (which she made me read out loud in public) and poems of Martial, which vary in dirtiness. Since this started about three weeks ago, I have also finished some good books.
CTY, which begins on July 20, now two days away, fills me with memories of joy. This will be my last three weeks of this, so I must make the most of it. Nothing will stop me from living each day to the fullest. This means I will concentrate doubly during class, except when it is too hot to do so. I will drink my time here, and I may never have my fill, but I will imbibe, even chug high summer's liquor without breath until the jug is pulled away from me. Nothing can stop me. I will write back home, but perhaps my lack of a girlfriend, for Samantha and I broke up by mutual consent soon after the end of finals, will affect how I enjoy these three weeks. Maybe I will get to know my friends. I cannot imagine that I have learned enough about the attendees to know how much there is to them.