(Scene: Library. Hours, hours, of reading. While the classmate I'm with has been so proud of finding a book and keeping it and waiting to get around to it.)
Her: 'Ah, I think I'll move on to Seneca and work on that essay.'
Me: 'Cool that you found all of the epistles in one place. Since I know you hate citing the web.'
Her: 'Nice, big print... okay, let's open this up...' (pause)
Me: 'What's wrong?'
Her: *hands me the book without saying anything*
Me: '... omg it's in Latin??'
Her: 'How am I supposed to read Latin?'
Me: 'Um... poorly?'
Grad school win of the day: Realizing the that primary source you need to complete a paper is NOT actually available in English anywhere in your library. Or not backordered on Amazon.
Other Classmate: 'What's wrong with her?'
Me: 'She just realized the only text available here is in Latin. And Amazon's backordered.'
Her: 'Who buys up all of the copies of the English translation of Seneca's epistles??'
Other Classmate: 'Well, Christmas is coming up soon...'