I continued taking Spanish throughout high school. I had made a goal to be bilingual by the time I graduated. My senior year of high school I put even more effort into it by constantly checking out movies in Spanish from the public library. I would watch them and try to pick up on vocabulary by reading the subtitles.
Still, by June 6, 2006 - graduation day - I was definitely not bilingual. I didn't give up on Spanish, though. My first year of college I was determined to continue studying Spanish.
That year I made more progress than the previous 4 years combined. My professor focused a lot on our accents and how to make our Spanish sound more fluid. I also met with a tutor each week, which definitely helped. Soon I decided that I had progressed as far as I could with my Spanish without leaving the country.
I decided to study abroad in Guadalajara, Mexico. I was only there for 6 weeks, but it was just what I needed to boost my confidence in my Spanish.
Volunteering in Guadalajara, 2007 |
After my trip, something changed. Now, when people asked me if I spoke Spanish, instead of replying timidly, "Um...un poquito.." I would proudly declare, "Si!!!" Now, by no means was my Spanish perfect, or even as good as it is today, 5 years later. But having that confidence gave me the opportunities I needed to get better.
In my second year of college, one of my roommates was from Mexico City. I was so excited to have someone to practice my Spanish with. My roommate, Claudia, introduced me to many of her friends, and before I knew it, I was out Salsa dancing nearly every Friday night with my new Latino buddies, speaking almost nothing BUT Spanish.
Dancing...like always, 2008 |
After my sophomore year of college, I returned to Mexico to teach English for a while. My Spanish was getting better with every year that I spoke it. And I found that had made amazing friendships with people I may not have even been able to talk to before.
Teaching English in Hermosillo, Mexico, 2008 |
In 2009, I served a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in San Pedro Sula, Honduras. I lived there for 18 months. While there, I met an amazing man named Diego, a fellow missionary, who (much) later became my husband. Our relationship would have been virtually impossible had I not been able to speak Spanish.
As a missionary in Honduras, 2010 |
Because of the decision I made as a 14-year-old girl to take a Spanish class, my life has been completely changed. I have learned so much about other people and places. I have made wonderful friends, and am married to the love of my life.
At the beach in Lima, Peru, with Diego, 2012 |
Now, Spanish may not have that kind of effect on your life, but it will change it in some way, I promise. There are amazing, wonderful, friendly people out there who would love to tell you their story. And not everyone gets the opportunity to learn English. Soooo....let's learn Spanish!
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