Back in the Saddle

School's back in full swing, and the teachers seem to be making up for lost time. Ashley and I made it into the most advanced class, which means studying more poetry, some of the Aeneid, and other difficulties Mr. Griffith finds to throw at us. I really like the class dynamic; it's a great mixture of personalities. For today's class, we were assigned about four times the amount he'll normally assign in the future, so we had to read and comprehend 150 lines by ourselves, then, with a partner, go through the TEN worksheets he made, and discuss them in Latin entirely. It took us three and a half straight hours, from 7:30 to 11:00. I fell asleep so quickly last night. There were about five minutes between "Amen" and dreamland. It's good to be back to work, though. "Not all rigor is mortis." I'm planning on doing better this term than last; I got three solid Bs and squeaked by in Biology with an incredibly low C. I'm not happy about that, but I'm happy I passed. So the goal for this term is Dean's List, but that's been the goal all last year and this one, too, and it hasn't happened yet. Maybe this time around!