I could speak ancient Latin fluently at one time.

I flunked French II as a freshman in college automatically after two weeks of cuts- oversleeping the 8:00 AM/5 day/wk class.

 Villify me if you like, but I had been in a boys' boarding school in the remote Berkshire foothills since I was 12 years old. On scolarship. Now I was 17 and in college. I was largely degenerate freshman year but there was nothing to do in that 1817 boarding school but study, and I was the first person to ever be granted double advanced placement in English at the University of Pennsylvania, arguably the oldest university in the United States. Yes that may be construed as bragging but I say it to try to offset broader charges of degeneracy- "spoiled Boomers like you wrecked everything" etc. Though former Lehamn CEO Dick Fuld was a HS classmate.  I've worked since I was 17- worked my way through college washing dishes for $1.65/hr and making architectural models for Lou Kahn and Bob Venturi- $3-4/hr.  Graduated with a 3.8. I've never made any money and I don't care.

Then they changed the language requirement so the dead languages would count, so I went into Latin 6 and 7. They were all Classics majors in there except me, most spoke ancient Greek too.
They said, "Hey wanna join the Latin Club?"
In the club meetings we spoke only Latin and sight read the ancient comedies, with gallons of cheap red wine. Sometimes we were laughing so hard some fell down.

Shecky Greene's joke,                                                                                                                                                     "A prostitute came up to me and said, 'I'll do anything you want for $100.'                                                                                                                                         I said, 'Paint my house.'"

is more than 2,000 years old.