Saturday night study fever

Dear Diary,

The gradual realisation that you are completely alone, a singularity, is hard, yet now’t new. Didier once said that to be intellectually gifted is to be extremely marginalised by society. This is very true. Still, little Ronulus is the best friend man could ask for (as I was typing that, he could sense that I was sad, and came up and snuggled up on my lap).

Last night at the show as I sang, so did Ron’, in the crowd. He bays for his master, and when the show was over he jumped up, excited as ever, tail wagging, always pleased to see Maxy.

Today this really fit Scottish burd (she is the main yummy mummy) posted something in what I thought was the Latin FB group, I commented on it, numerous times. When I went back to the FB group to check what we had written, I could not see the thread. Then I realised I had replied in the Classics FB. Oops! There are some seriously heavyweight intellectual classicists in that group I can tell you. Man! Anyway, I don’t think what I wrote was silly, so thank God it’ll be read and understood. (Needless to say, the following posts that stemmed from that thread were far more interesting and precise than mine own). In any case, it’s cool.

Oh, well, Dad will be home soon which means I must tear myself away from studies - today has been reasonably productive in that department - and I must get back down south soon.

Life is proving to be quite challenging, and I waffle and waffle and waffle, and nobody hears (I get like one hit a day on this blog, on average).

I may as well face facts: I will not become happy by dwelling on the negatives, but I must buck up, study hard, and that way become educated enough to apply for a decent job. Archæology is a strange discipline.

Little Ronulus Latratus is curled up on my lap near the fire. Dad will be home soon, so I must go and wash up. In any case, talking to the walls, and Ron’, is on the cards. It’s Saturday night: I should be typing up my assignment! (Yes, although this seems sad on the surface, it is actually my favourite past-time).

This current paper is on global similarities in urbanism. I disagree 100% with what is written in the books. If I write the truth about how I feel, no matter if it is backed up by solid evidence, it will be seen as incorrect subjectivity, and I am likely to fail. If, on the other hand, I write a load of B.S. that repeats what is written in the books, then I shall likely pass.

This is a major quandary for me. I am not in the habit of writing B.S. yet, nor do I wish to fail. Finally, if anything I write stands the test of time, it is surely of more benefit to man-kind than writing falsehoods - even if they are believed by many people.

Characterisation of phenomenon and catch-all pigeon holing of urbanisation, sweeping generalisations are what is written. I cannot repeat this B.S. but I must. Dear Lord! What do I do?

(Just in-case J.C. - the big guy upstairs - doesn’t get back to me anytime soon, I have emailled my tutor about it).

Max.