Last night, in Spanish class, we read "stories" and had more realistic conversations. I hadn't realized we had reached that point, but it is thrilling. Next week, I will be in the INTERMEDIATE class. Wow. Without a struggle I have learned some Spanish. I will not be reading Marquez any time soon, but I can converse on a few subjects. It helps that the teacher is funny and teaches us songs and is unfailingly upbeat and supportive. He never makes us feel stupid. And because he is originally from Mexico we are absorbing quite a bit of Chicano culture. I like that. I was born on the border between U.S. and Mexico, and I have an affinity, you might say, for all things Mexican.
Who knows, next year I may learn Italian, and after that, Irish.
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