So, it all reached "critical mass" in the kitchen the other day, since then I have been on vacation. I was really enthused about "getting back on the horse", so to speak, competing in this years' Kassmann prize competition for best essay along the theme of Classical antiquity. Then it happened. I had my result through, and I failed my Greek and Roman Mythology module. On the one hand, the "feedback" (a series of very short sentences) highlighted some positive, constructive "feedback", but on the other hand I did not deserve to fail, especially by such a wide margin. The essay must be in continuous prose, in English (as I beg and grovel for a grade three pass), so I have decided to translate one of my recent plays, satirizing the Team Members at the OU (it is a myth, set in ancient Italy) in to Latin, and send it to them. I refuse to beg for a grade three pass. This re-submission will fail (because it is not in English), and I will move away (to a city) and get a job like Good Will Hunting. If asked if I ever went to University (by anybody of importance I mean, not just by some "learned" colleague kitchen dweller), I will say yes, and that I failed. If they asked why, I would furnish them with my essay (in lingua Latina). I will look as I always do, and the University? They will look, well however it is they look.
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