Sanskrit passive tense

[icarus]

Buried and confused: nowhere does it tell us how to form the past imperfect passive tense on the very irregular "to make." Of course, like all irregular verbs, it's used all the time.

*guesses wildly*

Hmm. What I just wrote, my unique version of "was made" looks very illegal.

How the hell am I going to do all this? I'm taking second quarter Sanskrit with a less structured teacher than last quarter (he's not bad, just not the crack-the-whip, step-by-step type) alongside two graduate courses.

Thank god for snow. It's beautiful outside with a crystal white dusting like icing everywhere. And a pink sky over silver blue mountains. wildernessguru's home, happy to not be kicking around work with nothing to do in this cold. "The cold's not bad when you're working, but when there's nothing to do...."

He's cuddled under the blankets, oblivious to Monte kitty bouncing after his fuzzy ball.

Back to Sanskritsanskritsanskrit... only eight more to do. Let's look at it that way.


ETA: Kitty's sproing-sproing-Pounce woke WG up. "Is that Monte?" Now the mountains are pink. Those roads look icy, don't they?

Comments

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Gah. This is what class is for, of course, but I've learned this week that (unlike our other teacher) if we show up for class without having done the homework he puts us on the spot and makes us "wing it" in the translation. In front of the entire class.

Icarus

[sarka.livejournal.com]

Oh, now that's just mean.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

He doesn't have a nasty edge to it. I get the impression that he had a traditional Indian teacher, and that is how they do it. But I'm *hiding* until I get caught up.

And it snowed last night.

Praise the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas for such a pristine, lovely, and perfect excuse.

[sarka.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I can imagine that stuttering in front of the entire class is not fun. (Actually, I know, since I did just that this morning, when called on in Theories of Philosophy.)

It's snowing here right now. There is nothing so lovely as late-afternoon dusk, an absolute stillness of air and those white crystals falling from the sky. It's gorgeous out there - though also, very, very cold and I'm pretty glad I'm in here right now.

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

Mmmm... afternoon snow. I think Seattle's snow might just melt off by afternoon.

Oh, I'd better email my professor.