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Hi all. I'm feeling a bit less angsty now. A little. It would help if I bothered to take my medication once in a while :). Now I'm just mildly disgusted. But anyway, better. Thanks for all your good thoughts.

It's the hubby's day off and we're chillaxin' at Spyhouse on teh interwebs. I am now done with classes until the first week in September, and taotally lookig forward to doing nothing. But in the midst of all that nothing, I do have a few plans for the summer. I'm going to endeavor to work on reviewing grammar for both my languages as well as working on my reading lists, cleaning my apartment from top to bottom, doing some advance lesson planning for the fall, as well as spending a week in June at St. John's Hill Museum and Manuscript Library participating in the  Minnesota Manuscript Research Laboratory .  This promises to be both fun and dorky. 

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Okay, the angst is back.  That didn't last long.  I just found out I only got a friggin' C+ in my Latin class, mostly because of the fucked-up way he grades our exams.  Okay- 6 passages of Latin, about 15 lines long each, probably about 150 words or so total.  You make more than 12-15 mistakes per passage, you get an F for the passage.  That's right, 90% is an F.  No percentages or numbers, just letter grades for each passage.  Then he averages all the letter grades together as if calculating your GPA and that's the grade you get for the exam. 

I got a D+ on the first exam.  I dunno what I got on the final, but it can't have been a whole lot better.  

What do these people expect from me, seriously?  Between two languages, I'm assigned 700-1000 lines of reading a week, plus a shit ton of secondary reading, seven short papers, two long ones, plus teaching and grading 27 papers every three weeks  They're supposed to be educating me, not driving me to new depressive lows.  I'm either tired or pissed all the time, I'm broke, and I've lost at least 10 pounds.  I'm gonna need a break after my MA or I'll never make it through my PhD.