I began Greek in the fall of 2012 under the tutelage of classicist Helen Moritz. It drove me nuts. So many declensions, prepositions, overly precise (so I felt) variants of conditions. Our textbook relied exclusively on selections from Herodotus and Xenophon; I was learning Greek for Plato and St. John.
Rodney Decker writes about ἡ ὁμίχλη, the fog that follows every student of Greek:
What you may discover is that the fog tends to travel with you. But if you turn around, or walk back a few steps (i.e., chapters in your textbook), suddenly everything appears to bright and sunny.
The fog continued to follow me through my summer reading of Pseudo-Lucian’s Ὁ Ὀνος and a Greek course at a Greek Orthodox church around the corner from my apartment. This fall I have had a break from Greek. Next quarter I am reading selections from Homer’s Odyssey. Out of the frying pan and into the fire!