At Metro today, we were discussing the possibilities of life, and if it was better to be blind, deaf, or in a wheelchair. Much as I love to move sometimes, I would rather lose the ability to walk before I lost the ability to see or hear. I could not bear to lose the words, and though it is somewhat less, the loss of the music would wound me greatly.
School was fun today. Dr. Morgan continued his discussion of the so called emancipated women of Rome. Seems like their only claim to emancipation was freely screwing around and catching hell for it. Hardly emancipation if you ask me. Then we moved onto courtesans and concubines. Next class it's prostitution and deviant sexual practices. Very interesting lectures froma historical point of view. It's funny how Rome in the 100BC-100AD era sounds so very 1950s.
Work was grueling in a very physical way. Due to serious miscommunication in management, we had to repack dozens of paperback flats into regular boxes. I spent half my shift out in the storage unit with Eddie and Lauren. At least I was away from the customers.
I never can figure Eddie out. Sometimes our conversations are so interesting. He used to be in Eddie & the Hotrods in the 70s, and tells all sorts of fascinating stories. Sometimes, I get the feeling he thinks I'm an incompetant git. He can be rather curmudgeonly and fearsome when he chooses. Yet, when we left tonight he waited for me to get to my car, get in, start and pull out of my space before he pulled away. I could see him sitting at the end of the lot, waiting. It seemed such a gentlemanly gesture, and coming from him, it made me smile.
Listening to the radio on the way home. I like that Dave Matthews song about love. I have never cared much for that band, but for some reason that song gets to me. I also realized Madonna is one of my favorite singers and I should go out and buy some cds right away. Seriously. I like Madonna.
My Czech professor Craig threatened to fail me today. I'm not sure how serious he is, but I do not think he likes me much. The tone of his voice has bothered me all day. If it happens again, perhaps someone will tell the administration about this summer's all too public affair involving a certain student and a certain professor... That's such an ugly thing to do, but I'm bot about to let him prevent me from graduating. It's one thing if I can't graduate because I forgot to take a class or failed something I stopped going to class for. There is no way in hell I'm going to fail Czech.
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