“Veni, Vidi, Vici. What does it mean?”
“Then we will fight in the shade?” I asked hesitantly.
“Then we will fight in the shade?” I asked hesitantly.
“That was last week’s Latin saying - ‘In Umbra Pugnabimus.’ What about this week’s? Don’t you remember?”
The look on Dad’s face mirrored my own frustration and
disappointment. This saying was the last
question on my quiz. We had been working
through my wrong answers for a half hour already.
“There was a story behind the saying, do you remember that?”
“No.” I didn’t even search my
brain for an answer. Two minutes ago I
had checked out. There was too much
pressure, too much disappointment. Not
caring was so much easier.
My father sighed and glanced down at the paper littered with red x
marks. “Was the lesson hard for you this
week?”
I shrugged, avoiding his gaze.
“It’s alright, Danielle, you just have to go over the material and retake
the quiz. We can go over it together tonight
when I’m done with work.”
I nodded, knowing I should be
grateful. I glanced over at my sister’s
paper lying on Dad’s desk. It was filled
with green check marks. She actually
liked Latin, she studied. Apparently,
studying was paying off. But I didn’t
care about Latin. At nine years old,
Latin seemed so useless when compared with subjects I enjoyed, like reading and
history.
Then there was the National Latin Exam, only one month in the past. This had been my first year, my sister’s second. She was older, she studied harder, and
everyone was so proud when her medal came in the mail. What a
good kid, what a hard worker, what a bright future for such a sharp mind! Their glowing smiles shone on my sister, and
then they turned to me. Maybe next year, Danielle. Don’t
feel bad. It’s her second year after
all, and even she didn’t win the gold medal on her first year either. No, I wanted to counter, she didn’t get
gold on her first year – she got silver!
And I got nothing.
“Tonight we can work on the Latin sayings, alright?” Dad’s a good man,
and he was perceptive enough to see the hopelessness in my eyes.
I just nodded. “Can I go now?”
So, Danielle Caesar didn't come, didn't see, and didn't conquer--that seems to be the story here! But at least you did get to "go," according to the last line, which naturally reaches back to the first one as well!
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