I got into Greek almost on a whim; at orientation, they have these booths during lunch one day outside the dining hall where you can go talk to heads of departments about classes and stuff. My friend Ben was over at the Classics table, and I had to talk to him about something, so I went over there. I ended up talking to Gil Rose, who was the head of the department last year, for a few minutes and he really talked me into it.

I'd been to Greece spring of my senior year of high school, and loved it, and so I was sort of excited to be learning the language now, albeit the ancient form. Plus, Gil is an amazing professor, and the group of kids I was taking the class with was great.

So, I stuck it out all of freshman year and into this year. Last semester we read Plato's Apology and it was great... maybe I'll put my final paper, about Socrates' views of death and how they relate to my own, up on the web at some point. This semester, we're reading the Iliad, which should be super-exciting, except that it's really not working out too well for me. I don't think I work too well with the professor, and at this point it's turned into a vicious cycle where I can't quite get myself to invest energy in the class, and so I don't get anything out of it either.