In the beginning was the word

[hawkwing_lb]

And it was Greek.

When term began, I'd never have imagined that my favourite class this year would be biblical (koine) Greek. I mean, it doesn't have the most alluring air, does it? Learn to read the New Testament and assorted Hellenistic/Roman period papyrii in their original language.

But it's turned out to be - largely because of the lecturer, who I can't praise enough - so incredibly fun. Worth getting up for, and sometimes makes my day.

Good thing too, since I have four Greek classes during the week, and two of them take place at 0900 hours.

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Tonight, I get a social life. Yes, I am a odd creature, who finds open mic poetry night the highlight of her quarterly social calendar.

And! I have my copy of A Companion to Wolves! At last!

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I got the choice of Greek or Hebrew. Picked Greek, of course. I'm a frustrated Classics geek at heart.

ACtW: this I already know. Bear alone writes nothing I cannot speak well of. Nor does truepenny. Both of them together?

Let's just say, roll on Friday night, when I can read without fear. :)

And both, of course. There's a couple of people I know from school - the last holdovers of an embarrassing writers' group who've since gone on to quite impressive things - and some respectable types with real published collections who don't wince too obviously at the rest of us.

It's cool.