"You really need to know the dates of the texts you're reading. I'm not asking for exact dates but it is essential if you want to succeed in this class."
Whatever man, I managed to see 16 as 18 this morning which is why I'm 20 minutes late for your class, so forgive me if I didn't want to say "5th century maybe?" since I couldn't remember if that was the dates for Herodotus or for some stones in Govan Old Church. I had to waffle on for ages about the Delphic oracle just to recover from that lecturing. Stupid robeman. I hate answering in that class, nobody ever wants to say anything and I usually know the answer (my head is packed full of useless information from Greek literature) so then I just seem like the huge geek I am. On the plus side it's keeping Mouseface at a safe distance. Mostly from the shouting over his wrong answer thing last week. I mean it was bloody obvious it was Athena, she had the owl!
Archaeology essay is done thank god. I missed getting drunk with the loveliest girl tonight. Not that she would be drunk, she's too lovely but I could have got drunk and told her how lovely she was. Archaeology stopped this happening! One the plus side we learnt about this guy who asked to be mummifed and put on display in a Uni but the students kept stealing his head so they locked it away after they caught some guys playing football with it.
Only one more essay to go this semester on a book I haven't finished. Gonna be fun next week!
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