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First day of classes today!
After the obligatory growing, queasy panic of the morning, I got to my Latin class and discovered that it's being taught by...Santa Claus, I guess, because even he needs something to do during the off-season. My professor for that class is a jolly, merry soul, and I swear to god there was an actual twinkle in his eye. The class is covering Livy and Ovid, and it'll be interesting to see how the Ovid goes, because the text we're using for Livy is almost bewilderingly easy; some glossed vocabulary and grammar notes I expected, but a facing page that has the whole thing rendered in wordier, simpler Latin? Weird. Still, I expect the class to be fairly entertaining, and we'll be moving through it at a nice leisurely pace that shouldn't be any trouble to keep up with unless I procrastinate wildly.
My Greek class is held an hour later, several buildings away, and in what appears to be a converted large closet or small bathroom. (Small bathroom for an institution, that is.) It's a narrow room with a single window at the far end, weird green tile, and a long table down the center. It's a good thing there are only ten or twelve students, because in the case of a fire trying to squeeze all of us out of there at once is going to be a real trick.
There were fewer jokes, but just as much enthusiasm and cheer from the professor, plus a friendly admission of nerves over not knowing any of the students in the class when they all knew each other. (The few of us who did not already know everyone in class hastened to reassure her this wasn't the case.) With all of us facing each other down a long table, instead of stuffed into standard desks, there was cookie-passing and a lot more casual socializing, which looks to be fun.
And though Greek is 2nd year, instead of 3rd like Latin, our first text is one with critical introductions but, as far as I can tell, no notes whatsoever on the vocab or grammar of the sections. No, it's just the straight up speeches of Antiphon, with some essays attached regarding how interesting they were, and an index for useful reference. So that should be...challenging. But the prof is only having us cover about half as many lines as in Latin (to start with), and was quite upfront about expecting us all to be decayed on grammar and vocab from the summer and needing a refresher, so I should do fine if I work at it hard.
In slightly less pleasant news, my awesome new sandals continue to be awesome right up to about 95 degrees, and then over that my feet sweat so much that I'm getting horrible long blisters and cut skin in the same places over and over again. And it's not going back to highs in the mere mid-90s any time soon, here in Austin. So I need to decide between these sandals, the flip-flops (cause knee pain), or tennis shoes (much more uncomfortable and hot when I already have heat issues). I'll...figure something out. Or start packing flip-flops in my backpack for swapping to when it gets hideously hot, I don't know.
But overall, good day.
After the obligatory growing, queasy panic of the morning, I got to my Latin class and discovered that it's being taught by...Santa Claus, I guess, because even he needs something to do during the off-season. My professor for that class is a jolly, merry soul, and I swear to god there was an actual twinkle in his eye. The class is covering Livy and Ovid, and it'll be interesting to see how the Ovid goes, because the text we're using for Livy is almost bewilderingly easy; some glossed vocabulary and grammar notes I expected, but a facing page that has the whole thing rendered in wordier, simpler Latin? Weird. Still, I expect the class to be fairly entertaining, and we'll be moving through it at a nice leisurely pace that shouldn't be any trouble to keep up with unless I procrastinate wildly.
My Greek class is held an hour later, several buildings away, and in what appears to be a converted large closet or small bathroom. (Small bathroom for an institution, that is.) It's a narrow room with a single window at the far end, weird green tile, and a long table down the center. It's a good thing there are only ten or twelve students, because in the case of a fire trying to squeeze all of us out of there at once is going to be a real trick.
There were fewer jokes, but just as much enthusiasm and cheer from the professor, plus a friendly admission of nerves over not knowing any of the students in the class when they all knew each other. (The few of us who did not already know everyone in class hastened to reassure her this wasn't the case.) With all of us facing each other down a long table, instead of stuffed into standard desks, there was cookie-passing and a lot more casual socializing, which looks to be fun.
And though Greek is 2nd year, instead of 3rd like Latin, our first text is one with critical introductions but, as far as I can tell, no notes whatsoever on the vocab or grammar of the sections. No, it's just the straight up speeches of Antiphon, with some essays attached regarding how interesting they were, and an index for useful reference. So that should be...challenging. But the prof is only having us cover about half as many lines as in Latin (to start with), and was quite upfront about expecting us all to be decayed on grammar and vocab from the summer and needing a refresher, so I should do fine if I work at it hard.
In slightly less pleasant news, my awesome new sandals continue to be awesome right up to about 95 degrees, and then over that my feet sweat so much that I'm getting horrible long blisters and cut skin in the same places over and over again. And it's not going back to highs in the mere mid-90s any time soon, here in Austin. So I need to decide between these sandals, the flip-flops (cause knee pain), or tennis shoes (much more uncomfortable and hot when I already have heat issues). I'll...figure something out. Or start packing flip-flops in my backpack for swapping to when it gets hideously hot, I don't know.
But overall, good day.
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