I really wish I was taking a Greek class or, at very least, was sitting in on one. I found it so much simpler to go to class and learn, do some homework, and have someone to ask questions of (and to hear other questions that I had not thought of yet). It was very nice.
Now that I’m self-teaching/keeping up with the Greek I already have, it’s much more difficult. The forward motion of a semester that pushes you to the edge and pulls you back again is lost. In it’s place is sheer willpower; willpower that is sometimes a little more sheer than I’d like.