I am not able to bring my book because I never went and got it. The day that I did go, the man was not there and I was forced to keep my blue book. I intended to go get it right after Christmas break ended, but I never remembered in time to get it. My fourth period class is choir, the class where I tend to force myself to forget everything that irritates me and just let it out. Then, from fourth period, I go and relax--and usually sleep--during fifth period lunch so that I can last for the rest of the day. Hence, my lack of the required Latin literature for this class due to a persistently weak will and drive.
Although I do enjoy Latin and find it a fascinating language, this year seems to find me as a new person. A new, more scatter-brained person. I have discovered that when one is loaded with two AP classes, performing arts, designing arts, out-of-school teaching, and a job... One seems to be a bit less "on the spot" than the usual state. And, may I add, the bothersome trouble of a messy family separation. At the moment, we are picking up the broken pieces off the ground, but we are slowly gathering the shards together and will very soon be picking up the metaphorical hot glue gun.
I have found it very inhibiting to my learning experience that I do not have a book. I, unlike some, actually want to do my work so that I don't have to worry about another dropping grade. However, when another opportunity for retrieving the green Latin books presents itself, I will try my hardest to switch out the blue book--which I have--for the green one.
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