After three and a half hours of waiting, I was ushered back into the office. In a much shorter but equally disastrous exam, I was asked to translate a section of the Apologia. It didn't go so well. Then he sighed, and asked me what I knew about Sophocles. Well, not a lot.. because I was desperately trying to revise the archaic poets. I said he lived in the 5th century and had 7 extant plays. He asked me to list them, and I forgot Trachiniae. I also got Oedipus at Colonus mixed up with Iphigenia in Aulis and created a wonderful new play called Oedipus in Aulis. The assistant mimed horror and desperately tried to steer me back to something that made sense.
I wasn't asked on anything I'd actually revised. He stopped, shouted at me for a while and said that he doesn't understand how I can possibly have learnt so little. "What? What is it? What's the difficulty here?"
Anyway, then he sent me out the room so he could discuss me with the assistant, and they eventually gave me a very grudging pass-mark, after commenting on all my other exam marks and insinuating that either I cheated or I deliberately failed his exam to spite him.
So.. I've successfully finished the year, but on an extremely negative note. The only positive thing I can think of to add is that my Greek professor flatly refused to believe that Italian creates problems for me (which is ridiculous, but nevermind.)
DOOMSDAY BOOK: HALFWAY THENCE.
2 hours ago

How can someone so aware of language difficulties, such as an Italian professor of Greek, not understand your own?! Homo demens! Congrats on finishing the year, to hell with the profs :D
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