Day In, Day Out

Learning Greek is, very often, a labor of love. I know I must be present, and yet I also know that I have to spend the time working through the exercises and memorizing the forms. Real rewards, the kind that makes one excited, are often few and far between. So I wake up early in the morning, write down over and over again the declension of a new noun or the conjugation of a new verb, I write down again and again the new vocabulary, and I slowly make my way through fifteen translations. But I love it.