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Much to do. Two papers and a quiz next week, readings and translations and memorizations. Finish up baby sweater already. Just finish it. For god's sake. And Andrew's girlfriend, sweet Kate, has dislocated her knee in an extremely hair-curdlingly painful-sounding way. To cheer her up, he has suggested an impromptu movie fest at her house tomorrow night. So no Mint Manor until Saturday. Which means that I have to do at least one reading, all the Latin written work, and one paper tonight before I go to sleep. (That's easy. I don't go to sleep until dawn.)

Think I'm getting a cold.

Excellent Sex & Gender prof returned my first response paper with much excellent praise. Boy, he talks so fast, he seems so jumpy, he's so damn slender-- he must have the highest metabolism in the universe. This is what I thought of today as he discussed the intersection of sexism and racism in welfare reform policies: "I wish you could just suck the metabolism out of a person and transfer it to yourself."

I had some points that would have fit in well with the discussion (I know because he raised them himself a few minutes after I thought of them), but was still too shy to offer them to the class. It's just too big a class. Don't have the problem in Satire or Latin, but I just can't bring myself to speak in S&G. I feel bad, too, because he really wants us to.

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