Living in and out of a big fat suitcase.

I had a somewhat major freakout for about 3 hours last night, when I wondered whether I should start on the 100+ assigned lines of Latin translation that I was assigned in class, or drop the class and my other Latin class, and drop my starry-eyed idea of getting a second major in Latin.

Chose the latter.

I checked and would have had to take 5 or 6 more classes of just pure translation-- probably around 300 lines a week per class, and I would have to take more than one class each of the next two semesters. Strict translation was never the coolest part of Latin for me, and while I know I could do it and, eventually, do it well, I wondered, for probably the first time in two years, whether it was something I really wanted to do.

This wasn't some sort of "life is short, screw it" moments, it was more like "would I get much enjoyment of obtaining a degree for all this drudgery?" I dropped the Latin classes and enrolled in Classical Mythology, which I always found interesting but never fully explored, and an art history class-- from the Renaissance to modern art.

Next year I'm thinking of taking a photography class.

I still have a challenge this semester, though. I went to my two graduate classes today (both 3 hour classes, one day a week), and it looks like I'll probably be reading 2-3 articles and two big chapters a week, as well as posting discussion points online (for the first time), doing presentations, and writing papers. It should be a joyous experience-- I'm pretty interested in both topics (psychology of language, cognitive process in second language acquisition).

I am much more composed now. I will have extra time (Thursdays off, baby!), slightly less stress, and probably more fun.