Latin Amor

I am not quite sure why I decided to take Latin. Maybe it was because a majority of people in my grade were taking Spanish or that I thought learning an ancient language would assist me in my studies of science. When I first enrolled in Latin class freshman year of high school I was tentative of my ability to learn a new language, let alone a language that was currently unspoken and infamous for its difficulty.

Despite my frustration trying to understand the complex grammatical composition of Latin, I later discovered that taking Latin was one of the greatest decisions I made during high school. My choice to continue to take Latin was not rewarded in the means of academics per-say, but for the people I met while taking that highly tedious and boring class.

Although my first year of my Latin studies was highly challenging and confusing, when my second fall semester of high school lapsed I enlisted in Latin 3-4. As a part of our class we would
take frequent trips to the computer lab to take online vocabulary quizzes, or for us students, waste time conversing with our neighbors. I had been reserved for most of my time in Latin and did not make much effort to make conversation or become involved during class discussions.

I entered the barren room filled with computers and old wooden desks with gum under the chairs. The classroom had a musty smell of books and white board cleaner chemicals. There were only a couple other students in the room as I searched for a seat in the back of the classroom. Chairs gradually filled up with chattering students until there was one lone chair left to the left of mine. A tall attractive male with short curly hair chose a seat next to me. He had been in my class last year as well, but I had never talked to him. For the entire duration of the class period we talked about our eccentric teacher, cars, our favorite food, and movies. When I had dragged my feet to class that day I had no idea that I would meet such a wonderful person. His smile was infectious and our conversation flowed effortlessly. I was happy. The bell rang and it was time to go to our next classes.

As I left the computer room I can clearly remember the smile that developed on my face. I had made a new friend. Later that curly haired boy would become my best friend and companion. Even tough I did not succeed in my Latin studies as I initially hoped; I discovered something even more precious, love.