This can’t be right.
*Take This Test!*
I was supposed to be a chocolate glazed donut. Or a Boston cream filled donut. I don’t even like jelly donuts.
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I hope those know-it-alls don’t make learning latin even less fun :o)~
And if I don’t actually see a car, then it can be anything I want it to be.
Remind the know-it-alls that the Latin language, and its pronunciation, evolved, so there is no one "proper" method. Furthermore, while we have some ideas how it was spoken in the Classical period, we have no definitive answers. All any of us can do is adopt the best guess. As the good folks at UPenn say, "The so-called Roman Pronunciation of Latin aims to represent approximately the pronunciation of classical times." If you want to see how they do it, try http://ccat.sas.upenn.edu/jod/AG/allgre.8.html.
I think I’d have rather had your teacher than the first one I had, a Jesuit whose only goal seemed to be to make his students cry. He was a humiliation-teaches-best kind of guy. 😛 Not that singing mnemonic songs isn’t humiliating. Hmmm. Maybe they’d both suck.
Hope class gets better. 🙂
your latin class sounds like a scene out of waiting for guffman. lol.
and, as luck would have it…slithers behind nearest large tree branch…the boy and i bought two wicker papasans last night. sadly, when we got them to the apartment, we found that they’d given us the wrong cushion for mine. now we have to go all the way back and get the right one.
The egg is cracking!!!!!!
~QE
Doggone you Sal!
More tests?
It sounds like class is fun.
The couple sound obnoxious and rude.
You’ve still got me singing
~all you need is love~
~all you need is love~
re the mirror project site: it’s absolutely fascinating seeing all the different and unique ways people have taken self-portraits
if you’d like to submit your own one, they pretty much accept all submissions so long as they fit within size requirement
sez
Vini vidi vici. Or something.
Both dogs are doing alright… Hooray!! What a nasty week we had last week but now everything seems better. I think the Dachshund had some problems with her anal glands yesterday (she’s been to vet because of them before), but my mum emptied them. It seemed painful for her, though. I’m thinking they didn’t empty themselves last week because she didn’t poop. LOL I know, a bit too much info.
And dammit, I took the past life test too! AND the doughnut test!
There is always "one" in any class, you are lucky, you have two know-it-alls in your Latin class (which sounds like it is going to be hard!). Feel sorry for the teacher having students that undermine him behind his back.
<quiz addicted nerd talks>
Nya nya, I’m a glazed doughnut and you’re just a jelly doughnut! Bwahaa!
</quiz addicted nerd talks>
The whizbang people hit my website 515 times this week!! Good lord!!!
LOL!
It’s good to know I’m appreciated =)
Those tests are dangerous…I know!
Do you think you could translate something for me into latin if I asked really nice like?
I thought you already knew what you were in a past life, or are sherpas not interesting enough for you?