okay. let's try to take stock of things, objectively. i think that i am at least sane to dan donoghue, who doesn't see that much of me - i come into class two mornings a week, don't say much, take my turn and translate fairly each time, miss class now and then but has done fine on the exams, and outside of class talks fairly sensibly about tales and riddles. if it's a matter of getting my translations done for the rest of the semester and revising sufficiently for the exam, that ought not be a problem. the sollors/shell class, and i say class and not just the professors, probably sees me as high-strung and over-anxious and inappropriately emotional at times, not quick-witted, but at least prepared, if overprepared, and who needs encouragement. come to think of it, the members of that class are quite indulgent towards me, probably because i am the baby of the class, not only the most junior member, but also the youngest by far - i'm certain that there are at least four people in it over the age of forty, and for that i am grateful. and with that class i'm really done for the semester - there are only two more meetings left, and it's been decided that the visiting scholars will use them as a colloquium for their own research, so all i have to do is to show up and listen, and to keep working on the term paper. so, that isn't that bad, is it? that makes two of four classes that can be considered to be going reasonably well. it's the other two that are problematic. harris probably thinks dreadfully of me, and scarry even worse. so that means two and a half weeks left of term to try to save the two, do the papers, and stop having so many incidents and moments. that does not sound unreasonable.