I've taken to teaching a Latin class. I like saying I teach a Latin class -- which is going to look awesome on my resume -- but in reality the situation is less impressive, as, not actually speaking the language myself, teaching consists of me reading a chapter ahead of my students, preparing a handout, and pretending I know what I'm talking about for an hour at the downtown Barnes and Noble. Also, my "students" are Jay -- Gaius -- and my coworker, Carlos -- Carolus (SCOTT: Hey, Carlos. CARLOS: What? SCOTT: You're Catholic, right? CARLOS: Yes. SCOTT: Want to learn Latin? CARLOS: ... ok.) Also, I open class with a description of some bit of Roman History. Last night, I regaled folks with the tale of the death of Romulus, first King of Rome. Afterward, a man sitting nearby tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I don't know if they enjoyed that, but I certainly did."