A Dead Language...Says Who?

How many of you out there, like myself, were forced to take Latin in high school by your parents? By parents who were only looking out for your very best interests in the hopes of lifting your SAT scores? I'd be kidding myself if I didn't accept the fact that I'm in the minority here. Yes, latin class with Brother Willy was a learning experience that far outreached the topic at hand. Brother Willy (who has since left the brotherhood and married some wealthy chick from Indian Hill (which proves the statement that there is someone for everyone)) had to be the only teacher in my entire educational career (with the possible exception of that cooking instructor at Live Oaks...god help me, I can't chop vegetables) who actually hated me. He made every effort to thwart my straight-A status. He even wrote on my report card, "Katie is very disruptive in class." Yet somehow, despite my alleged misbehavior (misbehavior that has never been proven and which I will continue to deny), I managed to get summa cum laude on the National Latin Exam for three years straight. After all that schooling, I've gotta say, I still couldn't tell you one useful latin word. We translated stories of pillaging and plundering, puers and puellas fetching aqua from the nearby stream before they were accosted by approaching militia. It was ridiculous, really. Until now. I just happened upon this site. The site that all latin scholars can appreciate. The site of "Handy Latin Phrases."

Here are some of my favorites:

Estne volumen in toga, an solum tibi libet me videre?
Is that a scroll in your toga, or are you just happy to see me?

Non calor sed umor est qui nobis incommodat.
It's not the heat, it's the humidity.

Labra lege.
Read my lips.