Iterum. Cur? Stulta sum? Minime. Ignava, invalida, sed non stulta. Cognoveram.

Okay, so my lecturer died in an accident on his bike. And I'm a bit sad about that. And now I'm thinking that I bike to uni most days. I'm not scared that I'll die (17-year-olds are invincible, right?). I'm just apprehensive about what would happen if I did. Which is a good thing.
And now I'm jilted, again. And again, not even from an official position of girlfriendhood. All the jiltedness without the previous happiness, or the whinging rights. This is highly inconvenient. I'm not sure what I shall do. Perhaps I shall write an emo poem about how I hate men (a ridiculous sentiment). Or perhaps I'll play loud music. Hmmm...
And I didn't even get an A+ for Greek. I only got an A.

It's okay. I won't cry about the lack of an A+ for Greek. That paper was ridiculously hard. And besides, I got an A+ for Latin. Bibs result isn't out yet, but I am aiming for a B+. I need to maintain a B+ average if I want to get into Honours. I have changed my degree yet again, but this time I think i am settled. I want a BTheol(Hons) in Biblical Studies, and a BA in Classical Studies. And I can do that in 5 years, that is, three more after this one.

Am on holiday, doing essays (silly full-year papers!). Am doing a mega-long essay about John 18.1-11, i.e. Jesus' arrest in the garden. I love it, it's a great passage. Especially if you're reading the Greek. E.g. English: 'I am he.' Greek: 'I AM!' i.e. Yhwh. They just have to put 'I am he' because it has a double meaning so they have to pick only one meaning. But it's blatantly not just 'I am he' because otherwise the soldiers wouldn't fall to the ground... awesomeness.
Oh, and Ma is making me a new ballgown. And I'm paying this time. . But that's okay. It is going to be utterly gorgeous, renaissance style. Nice tight stiff bodice and full skirt plus overskirt. And lace on sleeves and bodice. Oh yes oh yes oh yes!!!

On the other hand, I am happy(er) about all the stuff that Bibs raised for me. 'Cause I met a Bibs postgrad who reckons I should take everything in BIBS112 with a grain of salt. Which I knew. But it turns out I should've taken more grains. I still had to rethink a million things and am more shaky about stuff. But most of it is postponed comfortably and confidently.
It's nice to meet a fellow Theology student a) whose father isn't a priest, and b) isn't of my parents' generation. It makes me feel less left-out.
It's even better to meet a fellow Theology student who is willing to help fund my caffeine addiction by buying me coffee. :-D

Hebrew is ridiculously difficult for non-Semitic peeps like me.