Felix Sit Dies Natalis!

Spanish Partner used the word anale in conversation once more today, this time in reference to the cafeteria workers in Findlay.

I wish there was some way to tell whether or not all the questions that I have in Rhetoric and the Law are helping the teacher out with the lesson or just starting to annoy her.

Oh, ha! Today in Spanish everyone was even more sluggish than usual, perhaps because the weather is so horrible. But no one was responding to anything. Profesora kept asking things and no one would even look. It was sort of sad, actually. She asked another question and yet again, no one answered. She turned around sadly to write the answer down on the projectionist and then apparently caught some movement out of the corner of her eye and said excitedly, "Did someone raise their hand?!" Depressingly enough, no one did, so she just drooped and turned around again. Oh, it was just so sad! And, horribly, I started laughing out loud at how quickly her expression changed from glee to despair. I felt really bad because of that.

Happy Birthday Laura! All of my teenage friends are slowly morphing into stately, mature twenty-year-olds. Laura, you tread the ridge between truth and insult with the skill of the mountain goat.