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"I think I'll go to Guatemala."
A Little History...
1. Eighth Grade: Spanish I
Should have failed but got a B because of the extra-credit I received after dancing the "Macarena" with some other struggling "estudiantes."
2. Ninth Grade: Spanish II
First day of class I realized I needed to make an emergency trip to the guidance office and get out of this class As Soon As Humanly Possible. As in, pronto!
3. Ninth Grade, Part II: Back to Spanish I
Had the BEST TEACHER OF ALL TIME. Actually learned things. Felt like a Spanish rock-star.
4. Tenth Grade: Spanish II
Wow. There are a lot of verbs. I barely survived with dignity. I've never made so many flashcards in my life.
5. Eleventh Grade: Spanish III
Realized that I would probably never succeed at Spanish. Ever.
6. Twelfth Grade: Spanish IV
Actually cried in class due to abyssmal grades on tests and papers. Felt like a Spanish failure; managed to hate an entire culture.
6. Twelfth Grade, Part II: Week trip to Puerto Rico
Realizated that speaking Spanish would only be accomplished by going to a Spanish speaking place.
7. Summer before College: Nifty Language School
Spent a small fortune of my parent's money to go to a language school for two weeks. I was just glad my parents were finally letting me drive on the highway!
8. Freshman year of college: Intermediate Spanish I
A great memory from this class was running in late and exclaiming, "El alarm-o es brok-o!" Somehow I passed.
9. Sophomore year of college: Intermediate Spanish II
Oh dang. More verbs. And really, who cares?!?! Major realization that I needed to stop trying for the time being. Was sad.
10. One month after college: Costa Rica!
Went to Costa Rica for a month and learned more Spanish than I had thought possible. Secretly hated former Spanish teachers for making it so STUPIDLY DIFFICULT. Really people, it's not brain surgery, it's a language.
Decided never to enroll in university language classes again but to instead travel the world and go to language schools.
11. Post-Post College: Moved to New York
Lived with a Mexican family for one year. Heard a lot of Spanish.
12. Post-Mexican Family: God Intervenes (sorta).
Was jogging down the street to the local church when I passed... a Spanish language school! Right on the street that I live on! Enrolled in 2 hrs of Spanish each week.
This past summer I drank this cup of coffee.
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