Those of you who were concerned about the danger of English-to-Greek translation exercises propelling me beyond the measure of Golden Mediocrity, rest assured that:

• I spent twenty minutes copying out and translating the wrong set of sentences
• The sheet of paper I was working on caught a pool of salad dressing on the table, leaving a healthy grease spot in the upper right corner
• I arrived fifteen minutes late to class to turn them in.
• The sentences came back with their fair share of red ink, but
• I got those bad boys done.

This morning I will be vainly striving to catch up on my flashcard repetitions (I have 400 to get through).