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Never make friends with Poetry Boys y’all... you think you’re gonna go get high in the woods because they’ve said they want to ‘reach a new altitude’ and ‘see beautiful things’ and wont stop waggling their eyebrows... the next thing you know you’re melting atop a Big Hill in the blazing California sun and they’ve been reading Blake to each other for two and a half hours. there are no drugs.
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Nothing like calling home to get made fun of because your grades are too high
Nothing like getting through two rousing shower performances of Poor Unfortunate Souls before realizing your roommate never left the house this morning.
So my housemate asked if we could talk just now, and my neurotic brain went into overdrive with any possible thing I’d done to piss her off running through my head--I came in all nervous and worried I’d done something really stupidÂ
Turns out, I’ve been talking in my sleep again.
And apparently she was up getting ready for work at 5am (yikes) and heard me (deeply asleep and entirely unawares) cursing my head off (yikes??), and got really worried I was mad at her
So she’s been spending the whole day worrying that she did something to really piss me off or maybe woke me up and nervously asked if we could talk so she could find out if there was anything she could do
We’re both messes and I’m trying really hard not to laugh too hard because she’s one wall over but goddammit i’m dying
No really, six weeks ago I knew about as much Latin as your average pretentious swot who did Mock Trial and debate and too much poetry. There is absolutely no way on earth I can be reasonably expected to have learned Latin in six weeks.Â
I’ve tricked myself somehow.Â
I’ve hallucinated learning a language.Â
I’ll wake up tomorrow and still be reciting first conjugation present-stem paradigms.Â
I can’t be ready to take the final. No one can take this final. Latin doesn’t exist.Â
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So, I started the Latin intensive program on Monday.
On the down side, there has been enough material to learn every night that I am well behind on every form of human interaction and blogging I had planned.
On the bright side, I can now conjugate verbs in present, imperfect, and future indicative active and passive in all fourish groups and can decline first and second declension nouns and now I understand the ablatives of means and manner and adjectives cower before me and personal pronouns are getting there and the dative of possession construction is starting to make sense and I can read an astonishing amount of Latin given that I knew none of it this time last week and now I know the imperatives for second person and
Being in the Latin program and spending my time almost exclusively with real-life classicists can lead to few surreal moments.
Like when your new friend shows you a post made by one of your mutuals and your whole life flashes before your eyes
I am really looking forward to about nine weeks from now, when alls y’all will suddenly be cursed with an outpouring of photos and ancedotes from Rome and Berkeley and London.Â
And the roughly five million snapchats that prove I should never be left in a museum unattended.
And every single post I’ve liked since March in that vague sort of I-want-to-address-this-with-more-than-an-untagged-reblog-later kind of way.
Because there’s a lot of those.
And maybe I’ll even have a queue set up.
And this quiet person who mostly just likes and posts twice a week is suddenly going to morph back into this chatty fucker who sends too many messages and wants to get to know all of you better and argue about posts and show you pictures of her cats/interesting local trees.
And for those of you who’ve only followed me during this rather academic period of my life wherein I have been mostly distracted from this glorious internet of things: I am so sorry.
