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Still negotiating the dramatic pet standoff. Pixel keeps trying to get closer to the cats, with a sad-eyed expression of "Why won't any of the other kids plaaaaay with me?" George responds by huddling down and hissing, which feels like progress; Peejee responds by fleeing whenever possible, which is less so, because Pixel inevitably interprets this as "Yes! They finally want to PLAY!"
Sigh.
I have a ginormous stack of Latin to do today, and a smaller but more difficult stack of Greek to do tomorrow. I like my Greek prof quite a lot, but as the Greek classes get increasingly small, I feel like my incompetent shows more starkly. All the classmates who made me look good have dropped out of this sequence of classes. And while I like the topic of the Greek text, actually translating it is so damn maddening that it's hard to enjoy the class as a whole. Every step of translation or study is a constant reminder of how bad I am at the language.
Latin, on the other hand, is a rollicking paradise of fun and excitement, with enough challenge to make me feel like I'm learning something new, and enough of a giant stack of text to get through that it feels like I'm really working, but without actually overwhelming me. So far. We'll see how that goes now that I've added translating the Catilinarian speeches on the side with last semester's Latin prof. (No, it's not for credit. Just for fun, and because I feel I ought to have translated those speeches at some point.)
Sigh.
I have a ginormous stack of Latin to do today, and a smaller but more difficult stack of Greek to do tomorrow. I like my Greek prof quite a lot, but as the Greek classes get increasingly small, I feel like my incompetent shows more starkly. All the classmates who made me look good have dropped out of this sequence of classes. And while I like the topic of the Greek text, actually translating it is so damn maddening that it's hard to enjoy the class as a whole. Every step of translation or study is a constant reminder of how bad I am at the language.
Latin, on the other hand, is a rollicking paradise of fun and excitement, with enough challenge to make me feel like I'm learning something new, and enough of a giant stack of text to get through that it feels like I'm really working, but without actually overwhelming me. So far. We'll see how that goes now that I've added translating the Catilinarian speeches on the side with last semester's Latin prof. (No, it's not for credit. Just for fun, and because I feel I ought to have translated those speeches at some point.)
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Greek is always astronomically difficult. Be of good courage!
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