Zeno!

"Five minutes left. As usual, I didn't even check my watch until halfway through the class. Then again, when about half of that half passed. Pretty soon it seems like I'm constantly looking at my watch. It's like What's-his-name's Paradox: to cross a room you must first cover half the distance. Then half of that half, and half of that half, and so on. I think the guy's name starts with a Z. Not Zeppo, not Zeffarelli. Maybe I'm thinking of something else. Anyway, the point is that you'll never reach the other side of the room. You always have half the remaining distance to travel first. I don't think I'll ever reach the end of this class."

That's from an old jounral entry of mine (as old as any of them can be; I haven't even had the thing a month yet), one I like a lot because, for someone stuck in her most boring, painful class, I seemed to have some fun things to say. Anyway, I was reading something yesterday that made a reference to "Zeno's paradox," and I knew that must be what I was describing. It does start with a Z! It's not a Marx brother or an Italian director, but I'm still proud of myself for at least getting close, especially in a brain-draining environment like my world politics class. So anyway, now I know it's Zeno's paradox that keeps me from ever getting out of class.