So begins the new year and the second half of our sophomore year.
Enter Greek. According to Mr. Schwant, our most noble instructor, it will be like eating gravel at first but then, ah, but then *sigh of sheer ecstasy* you will be speaking the language that captivated them all. Although I have to squint a bit and take care not to loose my spot, I, along with my classmates, am reading in a new alphabet. Soon we will be speaking a language that sounds strikingly unlike our own.
The rest of our classes can be summed up in a very wise saying passed down from generation to generation:
The eating of an elephant can only be achieved by taking the first bite, then the second, then the third.... until it is gone.
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