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So, here I am, again, fresh from my Latin course. Not too bad, actually. But... I found out what "personality" means...
It means that if you crossed my old Phys anth professor with my insane ancient history professor--the one who, himself, was a cross between Groucho Marx and P.T. Barnum-- with Chachi Arcola, you would probably wind up with something very much like my new Latin professor. Managed to ask two of us--the ones who didn't have prereqs directly from this school-- to stick around after class, and then completely forget about it within twenty-five minutes. Then, when he was reminded, he changed his mind. Says we'll talk next time. Odds on that?
The moment the guy picked up a dry-erase marker, I expected him to damn the thing to hell, and fling it accross the room over the tops of our heads, but he never did. And, believe it or not, it may be possible to wind up missing Groucho. I'm not yet. Just recognizing a hitherto unknown possibility.
Wish me luck...

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