Because you've all informed me that I should use grad school as a time to explore my passions, whatever those are, and that nothing I do during this time will ever be regrettable later, I've decided to take Latin this fall even though it will probably never help me in any way. Why not, right? I've done some Greek, a little Russian, even less French--may as well add a smattering of Latin. But today, I looked at the syllabus for the first time and discovered that the required text for the class costs $75. $75! Who charges that for a Latin book? What is this, some kind of science class? And there are no decent used copies! People, when you told me to enjoy myself in grad school, you neglected to mention how pricey this would be. Now I have to seriously weigh the hedonic value of half-learning another inapplicable language against how much more I would enjoy two new pairs of shoes. Decisions!
Watch out for next semester's dilettantish undertaking in personal enrichment and whim-fulfillment: Sanskrit! Biblical Hebrew! Korean! The possibilities for self-improvement are endless. With every passing semester, I become a better version of myself.