"What's the plural of status?" I asked Guitar today in class.
"Statii. If he speaks Latin", he answered,
"Yeah. A guy in a mechanised combat suit is gonna speak Latin..."
"He might. If the suit was tweed."
Yesterday and today we did some work after class at the library. Cool, quiet, comfortable. "We close at 4:30 on Wednesdays and Thursdays", they said today. So back to the apartment we went. Hellish heat. We have three large floor fans working hard to keep us cool.
"The only way to work here is in a windtunnel", Guitar said. So true.
We have a few laughs, Guitar, Charley Horse (this being the other guy I share the apartment with) and I. Today we took a short break in writing, had some snacks and water, and shared a few jokes. Suddenly we were back to writing.
"We almost had fun there for a second", Charley said.
But don't get me wrong. This is going to be an awesome experience, and we will have fun.
Tomorrow is Thursday. Hellday. Three texts to critique, one journal entry to write, and a one-hour reception for our first visiting author. Prediction for Friday? Zombeard.