My middle school Latin teacher was named Mr. Kelly (first name, Christopher).
He was a slightly portly, bald man with a gray-ish beard.
He drove two hours from his home in Scranton, PA to our dumbass New Jersey middle school five days a week to teach us the bare bones basic bullshit of the Latin language.
He let us read the Percy Jackson books in class so we could “learn” about Greek Mythology.
At the same time, he would make…