I think of my 199x years in the SDSU Classics and Humanities department as the very best of my college education, to this day. After getting brutalized at #Caltech it was a healing experience to feel a sense of academic kinship with a small group of people, all dedicated to keeping alive the study of ancient things. It was like finding an oasis after years of aridity and thirst.
But my reasons for being there were suspect. I couldn't really account for them at the time: we were taken with the impulse to start taking Latin while slogging through the SDSU Computer Science curriculum and reading #CSLewis books and other Inklings' writings on the side. I was simply mimicking what I read, perhaps. I was reading about men who seemed like academic and intellectual titans compared to myself, and I felt guilty about failing out of Caltech and chemistry.
I'd hate to think that I accidentally became some sort of minor inspiration, this science nerd and computer-science student wandering in out of the cold to study Latin and Greek. The folks who put up the money for my trip to Italy in 1999, the "Friends of Classics" or whatever it was they called themselves, were certainly thrilled at the time that someone like me existed. How was I to know just what sort of villainous part would be played by "Classics" and "Classical civilization" in the decades to come?
~Chara of Pnictogen






