Moot Thoughts & Musings

Today I gave my Hildegard paper. It went well. I was pleased with the final revisions I had made (up through last night even).

Before my paper I found that my Latin professor died yesterday after being ill for such a long time--the one for whom I wrote the Hildegard paper last spring. I know I complained a lot about medieval Latin class. One thing should be clear, though, what I was frustrated with was my own incompetence with Latin and the frustration that is just medieval Latin sometimes.

If anything was good, it was my professor. He was so learned, so caring, and held each of his students in high regard. He was encouraging, approachable, and deeply calm. He made Latin seem so simple, and what I love of the language I largely owe to him. When I heard the news I was very sad, but I think that he has found his eternal rest.