At midterm/spring break, I’ve pulled my grade back into the B range, where I’ll be happy to close out the semester, God willing. The dative case chapter quiz won’t likely ruin me, Klasówka chyba mi nie zepsuła, and somehow I managed to get through the in-class number review and the genitive of time exercises with a minimum of embarrassment. Sometimes I almost think I’m beginning to understand. I’ve memorized the months of the year. Progress is being made with half a semester to go.
Checking my blog stats, I tally page viewers, one-time only and sporadic, from forty countries, including just recently all of the Baltic republics—Lithuania, Latvia, and Estonia—Greece, Belgium, Hungary, and, charmingly, Trinidad & Tobago. The most curious recent point of access was from Jersey, and not the state, New Jersey, but the English Channel isle. How cool is that? So I looked into the connection, and the web authorities note that some Poles and Slavs migrated there after the failed revolutions of 1848. Poles, it would seem, are everywhere—though I have no chance readers yet from China or Africa. Otherwise, I enjoy occasional and undeserved attention from a significant portion of the world’s landmass. Which is as attention should be in my case. Professor Davies reminds me that “Almost one-third of all ethnic Poles live abroad.” (II, 275) The Trinidadian Poles! Witamy!
