I just finished Early Registration at Butler. I made out like a bandit.

I took two placement tests. One was math, which I did okay on: I don't have to take Algebra again, but I didn't do well enough to take calculus.

The other test was a foreign language test. I haven't taken a foreign language since elementary school. I had tried to explain this to a young man with a name tag and a computer. He looked official. He explained that I had to be "placed" into a language class, regardless of whether I'd had previous experience in that language. This did not make the least bit of sense to me, but seeing as I had nothing to lose, I made my way to the office room in which the Latin test was to be administered. It was a small room, but needn't have been any larger, as there were only three other students besides myself taking the exam. It lasted half an hour. I took my time. I do know some Latin. Not much. I've read about 30 pages of a textbook. I might know as many as 20 words, though I doubt it. I almost remember how to conjugate infinitive verbs. Maybe. The whole exam was multichoice, I was either asked to choose the correct meaning of a word or the correct translation of a sentence. I tried to make intelligent guesses, but I didn't feel confident.

So I was very surprised to find out that I had tested into Intermediate Latin. I was, and I remain, gobsmacked. There must be some mistake. Perhaps it was divine intervention, because it was none of my doing -- I can tell you that much. That's two semesters and 10 credit hours less work I have to do to complete my language requirement. I am grateful, if stupefied. I had best start studying now. I imagine I have a bit to catch up.

I feel like I should turn myself in to the authorities or something.