A while back I wrote about my anxiety on the upcoming semester. Part of my worry was that I would be bored out of my senses. What is Grad school if it offers no challenges? I was desiring something new. Something that will get me thinking a little differently, and oh mine did I land in it?!

My two classes are extremely challenging. Who would have thought there would be so much seriousness in a Classical Comedy class? I have read Aristophanes’ Plutus, Plautus’ Menaechmi and Amphitryon, also  Terence’s Eunuch. So far my favorite is Plautus Amphitryon. I might write a short review on them if it strikes my fancy.

On the Mysticism front, my mind has been tinkling. I don’t think I have had to pay as much attention to a piece of writing as I have done with Augustine’s On Genesis (just the book 12), and Pseudo-Dionysius’ Divine Names and Mystical Theology. I find myself re-reading the same pages for the umpteenth time and coming up with the same ‘what the heck?’

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