Du Hasst

So I finally have the results of my foreign language proficiency exam, via e-mail:

Okay, Evan.

The grader for your exam wrote: “I am passing this largely based on the difficulty of the passage and the fact that, while there are a few important errors in the translation, the translator has a basic understanding of what is happening in the passage.”

Typically, two graders evaluate each translation, but because of the “difficulty of the passage” I have opted to let his assessment stand. If you would prefer, I will be happy to send your translation to a second reader. If that reader disagrees with the first, I will submit it to a third for a final decision. As it stands now, however, I am accepting your exam as a “Pass.”

Thank you for your work. Congratulations.

Seeing as I haven't done any formal studying of German in fifteen years, I'm more than happy to take the pass. The language came back very easily, but yeah, the passage I had to translate was crazy difficult.

What's left:

1. Take & pass English Subject GRE.
2. Enroll in "Master's Thesis" course and get my project done.
3. Hang degree on wall as it won't be doing me much good anyway. What exactly was I thinking when I decided an English degree was the sensible way to go?

Fly on the Windshield

Hola kemosabes! At the moment, I'm over at Chrissy's. The kids are all at play with Bionicles. The girls (Chrissy, Jira and Denise) are all watching Brokeback Mountain. It's the first time for all three of them so I'm doing my best to shut up, not heckle the film (as I've seen it too often and have some problems with the characters) or ruin its story for them. So I'm trying to locate some obscure punk bands' music at Chris' request (the Dollyrots, Go betty Go, Guano apes, Fly Leaf and Tsunami Bomb) all unsuccessfully.

I should be grading papers...that'll have to happen next week instead.

I've had the song "the Warrior" from the '80s stuck in my head all week and I can't remember who the chick is that sang it so I can just find and listen to the song and purge it from my system. Ugh.

Denise pissed me off today. She's always doing things like writing in letters to people inaccurate things about our home life--things that paint me horribly and her saintly. This time out, she insinuates that she's the only person who does the housework at home. I'm so tempted to not do ANY housework through the coming week just to put a highlight on how incredibly full of dung she is. Ah well.

No snazzy little photo in this post, not until I get access to all my snazzy little photos at home.

Have a good weekend peeps.