It's Lake Day...

...and in the great Wellesley tradition I went to class anyway. Then I tried to go to the lab so I could study for my practical on Friday, but there was a mysterious class there. It wasn't on the list outside the door and it hasn't been there for the past three weeks, so where did it come from and what was it doing in my lab?

So yesterday I spent the day in the Science center. I had class, then I had lab, then I studied and then I went to the Bio majors dinner and it was lots of fun. I learned that a surprising number of faculty and students have brushed their teeth in the science center at one point, and that all of the professors have fallen asleep at their desks. They also fed me yummy Thai food and gave me a nifty blue nalgene that says "Wellesley College Biology" on it, in case I forget what I'm majoring in. After dinner, I went to lab.

In other news, Greek is valiently trying to kick my butt, but I'm having none of it. We have a midterm on Monday, and by that time I will fully understand and be able to conjugate at will the present and aorist subjunctive and optative active verb forms for all the verbs we have learned. (Today we went over first declension nouns that have funky endings and I cried a little inside. I feel that tomorrow we may go over second declension nouns that have funky endings and I may cry a little inside then, too. We haven't learned any third declension nouns yet, but I'm a little scared of them and I think there's a great possibility that they all have funky endings.) I'm beginning to believe that the reason the ancient Greeks had so much success with philosophy and math and goverment and art (and pretty much everything) was that you had to be a genius to learn how to speak the language, and once they leaped that hurdle, everything else was easy. Because frankly, what is the Pythagorean theorum compared to a paragraph of words in no particular order with no spaces and no punctuation and verbs whose subject and meaning depends on context and neuter plural nouns which take singular verbs (and many more crazy things which I have not yet learned)? The Pythagorean theorum is a piece of cake, is what it is.

Dear World,

Hello. I'm back.
I have an 8-12 page paper on Jesus due on Tuesday- on reading I have not yet completed- but in the spirit of procrastination, I have decided to update you on the status of my life instead of doing my work.

I began this semester with two resolutions in mind: to procrastinate less and to have more fun. I am happy to report that I've been having a lot of fun. I am also only procrastinating for three out of my four classes. Next week I'll do better.

I have a pretty varied course load this semester. I jumped in to ancient Greek, secretly hoping that it would be an easy A because I have a background in modern Greek. Hah. I have it easier than everyone else because the words and some of the grammer is not completely alien, but it is nowhere near an easy A. On the plus side I'm actually enjoying it. Next semester I'll take Greek 102, the semester after that I'll take Plato and the semester after that I'll take New Testament Greek and be able to read the New Testament in its original form. Yay!

On a related note, I'm also taking a course called Jesus of Nazareth. We'll be studying portrayals of Jesus through the ages and ending with the modern search for the historical Jesus. It's going to be awesome. I'm writing my paper on the portayal of Jesus in the Gospel of Matthew. I hope I can write my second paper on one of the Bach pieces we're studying. I love Professor Hobbs!

My other two classes are Histology and Brain & Behavior. We're dissecting sheep brains for the B&B lab, so I'm a happy camper. This Thursday is our last dissection, though. Le sigh. Then we're experimenting on crayfish, which I'm a little freaked out about. It's all very humane, but still. Histology lab is not as exciting- two hours of looking at slides.

Hm- there's a group of people singing Kelly Clarkson across the hall. Which reminds me; I've seen a lot of guys on campus this semester. I saw, like, five last week and none of them were accompanied by women. It was insane. (The men across the hall are singing "A Whole New World!" In harmony!)

Well, I can procrastinate no longer. I'm going to run away to the living room where I can't hear the party going on across the hall and I can read Matthew in peace.