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Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Obviously I'm going to be forced to explain. Just listen and hear me well:

I have never earned less than a B in college* because I know what I can do and what I can't, and only begin what I can finish. I can't function in a world with no transition between macrons and no macrons, no schooling in the subjunctive, or gerunds or gerundives, or vocabulary refreshment and expansion, no grammar or syntax refresher but rather a plunge into the icy waters of translation (and Roman history, to boot.) These are things that I haven't learned because at my school they are taught in second year Latin (except for the history, which generally gets its own class.) In the class that I went to yesterday, they were all assumed, and all of the students (10 besides me) were well-versed in these things, or at least completely relaxed looking at their mention. Several of them translated in a matter of seconds what would have taken me an hour and a dictionary. These, among other indications, were signals that I was not adequately prepared for the work of the class. To remain would have been a $5,285.00 exercise in futility.

I was very disappointed as I left the class because I knew that I would have to withdraw, and have to spend the next two semesters making up the Latin credits. I was disappointed because instead of graduating next month, I will be graduating a year from now. That's why I was crying. I was disappointed that I wasn't ready. I was not disappointed because I thought myself a "quitter". I do not blame myself for "quitting" something that I know from the start I have no chance of succeeding at.

Just believe me that I know myself and what I'm prepared for.

I am not looking forward to the process of withdrawal tomorrow, but I will get it over with and move on. I've already registered for the next level of Latin at my school for this fall. Tonight I am very depressed, though.





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*Save that one exception where I missed a final and it was simply factored in as an F, earning me a C for the class