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No matter where I look, there is something aesthetically superlative on this campus. A row of 100-year-old trees, a piece of marble set in the ground, a conjugation of arches, a felicitous arrangment of buildings and fields, a mosaic, a crenellated spire or peaked bell tower... It's like a castle, except it's many, and it doesn't have all the terrible medieval connotations of the ancient warfare and fortification; instead, it's a place of peace and learning. I can't believe I get to live here.
My Heroes professor is a saint. He's going to let me drop the class, do no work, but still come for the fun discussions.
The Aeneid is so good. So much more readable than the Iliad, though, you know, literature had to start somewhere (it's better than Gilgamesh, too).
8:00 piano tomorrow. Die. Oh well. I can play a C major arpeggio. Maybe.
Stephan hasn't seen Pirates. Must brainwash! Eep! Eep!
The Aeneid is so good. So much more readable than the Iliad, though, you know, literature had to start somewhere (it's better than Gilgamesh, too).
8:00 piano tomorrow. Die. Oh well. I can play a C major arpeggio. Maybe.
Stephan hasn't seen Pirates. Must brainwash! Eep! Eep!
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