phone post
Running on three hours' sleep, having gotten to the point of jitters/sleeplessness where I wanted to go shake in a corner, having completely missed flailing with my classmates beforehand (it helps), I opened my LATI214 exam with trepidation... Only to grin upon realizing that the first, supposedly unseen text, was the start of Dido's curse on Aeneas, which I had done an internal on in Year 12 and thus almost knew by heart.
With such a great start, of course it all went downhill from there. I spent five minutes wondering when the hell we'd done Ovid before finally recognizing three words I knew I'd actually once translated. At most I could parse (read: guess) one of two grammar bits given. I could only comment on points of interest for, surprise surprise, Virgil, because I'd done that text in Year 12 too. My translations were trainwrecks.
Oh, Latin, beloved subject of six years, I am sorry that I could not give you the farewell you deserve.
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With such a great start, of course it all went downhill from there. I spent five minutes wondering when the hell we'd done Ovid before finally recognizing three words I knew I'd actually once translated. At most I could parse (read: guess) one of two grammar bits given. I could only comment on points of interest for, surprise surprise, Virgil, because I'd done that text in Year 12 too. My translations were trainwrecks.
Oh, Latin, beloved subject of six years, I am sorry that I could not give you the farewell you deserve.
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