Good morning!
This weekend, for a nice change of pace, will be quite leisurely—no papers and no overnight packing. I had a pleasant crew practice this morning, coxing a novice women’s eight. Good times. It was frigid on the water, but the water was glassy and smooth, and the icy mist around us at sunrise made the biting cold tolerable.
Afterward, to warm up, I went into the gym to do my thirty-minute “erg. piece” (rowing machines one finds in most gyms are equipped with a sensor and small computer called an “ergometer” that measures muscular power—so the rowing machine itself is often called by the abbreviated name): ten minutes rowing, ten minutes jogging, ten minutes rowing. It was a good workout.
After a quick shower and change I went over to the dining hall, but alas! breakfast had ended and the buffet was closed. Now I sit, typing, enjoying some delicious, microwaved baked beans my mum bought for me, and reading myself to watch some of The Two Towers before lunchtime.
After lunch, at three o’clock, I have a meeting with my Mrs. Blits, my maths tutor, to discuss my most recent paper. Yesterday, also, I handed her a short addendum elaborating on some thoughts I’ve been trying to sort out over the course of three weeks. Even on paper I couldn’t quite find all my thoughts. I’m excited about our conversation today. Mrs. Blits is not only one of the most experienced tutors at St. John’s this year, but she’s also the foremost expert on Euclid (so I’m told by other tutors). Now, some think it’s against the St. John’s ethos to have “experts” in anything, but Mr. Kidd and I argue that someone had to design the program and whoever did, let us hope, should’ve been an expert in something! I have many friends in school currently training to become experts in some field, and I certainly don’t think what they’re doing is any less important or less crucial to education than what St. John’s so nobly accomplishes.
(End speech.)
Toodles.
This weekend, for a nice change of pace, will be quite leisurely—no papers and no overnight packing. I had a pleasant crew practice this morning, coxing a novice women’s eight. Good times. It was frigid on the water, but the water was glassy and smooth, and the icy mist around us at sunrise made the biting cold tolerable.
Afterward, to warm up, I went into the gym to do my thirty-minute “erg. piece” (rowing machines one finds in most gyms are equipped with a sensor and small computer called an “ergometer” that measures muscular power—so the rowing machine itself is often called by the abbreviated name): ten minutes rowing, ten minutes jogging, ten minutes rowing. It was a good workout.
After a quick shower and change I went over to the dining hall, but alas! breakfast had ended and the buffet was closed. Now I sit, typing, enjoying some delicious, microwaved baked beans my mum bought for me, and reading myself to watch some of The Two Towers before lunchtime.
After lunch, at three o’clock, I have a meeting with my Mrs. Blits, my maths tutor, to discuss my most recent paper. Yesterday, also, I handed her a short addendum elaborating on some thoughts I’ve been trying to sort out over the course of three weeks. Even on paper I couldn’t quite find all my thoughts. I’m excited about our conversation today. Mrs. Blits is not only one of the most experienced tutors at St. John’s this year, but she’s also the foremost expert on Euclid (so I’m told by other tutors). Now, some think it’s against the St. John’s ethos to have “experts” in anything, but Mr. Kidd and I argue that someone had to design the program and whoever did, let us hope, should’ve been an expert in something! I have many friends in school currently training to become experts in some field, and I certainly don’t think what they’re doing is any less important or less crucial to education than what St. John’s so nobly accomplishes.
(End speech.)
Toodles.
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