Nostalgia

[sanura]

Last night as I was drifting in and out of Carmina Burana-induced fitful sleep (the Crime issue of Texas Monthly didn't help, either), I was overcome with missing Mr. White. I've decided to draw him a new, improved Cerberus, and write him a long letter full of reminisces, and give him copies of all my alphabets and vocabulary I've come up with. I hope to heaven he remembers me... I'll give it to JR, maybe, who says he sees him pretty often. Or once school (and swimming, and thus daily trips to Lamar) starts, I'll take it over there and give it to Erin or somebody who can put it in his box. I just really miss him, and his class, and everything that happened in it. The gladiatorial arm-wrestling matches on the center big stapling table, watching Roman documentaries with questionably appropriate content (at least for middle schoolers), his sardonic humor (Shakaaa!) and the sharding language. I am suffering from Latin deprivation. I think I'll go read the Cambridge textbooks that we used... I have a program that has them. And the Dream of Scipio, and something else...