Just forward my mail...

'cause I've gone to crazytown, and I'll probably be there for a while. Caffeine, no sleep, stressssss. Oh, goodness, the stress.

The weirdest part about all this Latin, I think, is that I'm just not used to not being already knowing most of what's going to be on the upcoming test. The closest thing I can compare this to is when I actually had to study for my Pompeii final, but--I mean, let's face it, that was not a hard class. There wasn't even a research paper or anything. And I haven't had a test for a class that counted toward my major since... ever?

Dragged myself to a review session this morning. Was absolutely floored to discover there are kids who know even less than I do at this point. (Although, to be fair, everything I do know I've taught myself in the past week and a half.)

Is it possible--no, not going to say it. Not until the midterm is handed in and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it any longer. There is no way I'm going to risk jinxing myself on this. =P

And afterward, I promise to stop blogging about Latin. I'm even beginning to bore myself.

Oh--well, here's a funny story. I was going up the stairs this evening--(OH NO I forgot I left my laundry in the washer!!)--and tripped. In front of an audience. It was one of most embarrassing things I've done so far this week.

Aaaand on another, completely unrelated note: IT'S ALMOST SIXTY DEGREES OUTSIDE. At night. It's taking all my willpower not to run outside and frolic. In, like, shorts or something equally ridiculous. (Especially since I just pulled all my pants out of the wash and everything's still wet.)