  Nothing like failing attendance yet getting an A on my last explication for Haytons class. She gave me a 93%!! Do you know what that means in her class? Well, it was explicating a Shakespearean sonnet under the gun of a timer.
Not terribly easy. And the last one was explicating a passage from Beowulf. Back when I had my head together much more than I have had lately. Actually. You know, actually Ive been feeling pretty on top of things for the last couple of weeks. The loss of Kerri now feels like a memory, no longer a part of my present agony. And present agony seems halted by my good work in school and the light I see at the end of the tunnel therein.
Only about three weeks to go! Two weeks really, plus finals. I turned in my last explication for Marthas class today when its not even due for another week. I wrote up a big checklist for things I need to do soon. And by the time I got home from the gym (weights only), I could cross out all but two items. One being the purchase of the right translation of the Inferno. I have the wrong one, so screw it. Buy the one she wants. I made calls, I paid bills, I wrote my paper for Haytons class assignment due on Wednesday.
Im all ready to roll for the week. All I need now is to attend my last classes (might demerit my report card by not going) and read some tough material amounting to two whole books. Paradise Lost and Dantes Inferno. Both with so many references to a culture not my own, theyre going to take several readings and a whole lot of extraneous research to understand fully.
But both are in the cannon of literature Im not willing to let slip by just barely understanding. I have a list of what I need to have read and understood by the time Im 30. What better place to learn about them than a class with a smart professor? You know, I ought to go out and eat something. Think Ill bring the laptop. 
