kitewithfish

Yo, people

So, the first week of classes went fine, and some issues have been addressed

1. My greek professor- not actually as evil as previously thought. Just seems to get bored teaching the basics, now that we are starting to read sentences, we should be okay.

2. My hall is a happy happy place to be. The Austrian exchange student is named Romana Klinger, and she is snarky and wonderful and about 23. We went out on Friday night with a small herd of the other language tutors, drank a beer, and basically futzed about for a while. They are all slightly overwhelmed by Wellesley, and think the amount of work is ridiculous. Romana is impressed by my German, and despairs of actually teaching people German in Wellesley- she is a poli-sci major herself, and her German grammar is about as good as my English grammar.

3. I finally have a white board! Life is good.

4. I did not go to church last week because I had left my phone in the room when my mom called. This was probably for the best...

5. I had my very first day of working in the conservation lab of the library, and it was relaxing and fun. I made custom-fit cardboard boxes to protect delicate older books- I will work there tomorrow as well. It was very soothing and bright and repetitive.

6. There is no number 6.

7. My German class is remarkably easy when compared to the literature classes I took at the University of Vienna. We are currently reading something about "The Life of the Swedish Countess of G***", which is full of people being swept away by their emotions and dramatically vvirtuous acts. .

8. I have had only one religion seminar so far. The professor seems nice (slightly overly friendly, but nice) , but I was without coffee at the time and therefore my brain was dead, and my judgement impaired. Her voice, however, ranges from "Tolerable" to "Nails on Chalkboard" in pitch. I weep for my grades.

9. My Latin professor is uniformly delightful, and deserves cookies. We talked about the organization of roman Triumphs today, and the sheer size of the damned things was driven home by the fact that Pompei Magnus once carted wagons full of cash that he had won in his wars down the streets Rome: the amount was larger than the entire tax income of the Roman state for a year.

10. There was a little drama for me today before lunch, when it was discovered that a book reserved for my religion seminar was lost. I had read part of it on Friday, but there is a paper due on it this week, so I needed it. Fortunately, tho the bookstore was out, another student had a spare copy that I bought from her at the bookstore price.