I ALWAYS wanted to learn a second language. Unfortunately, though, that goal just sits on a shelf collecting dust and mocks me when I muster up enough strength to conquer it. Over the years, I commited to learning Spanish, but somehow, someway, I always get sidetracked. Because, well, life. I started and stopped Spanish lessons so often that I can’t even keep track anymore.
I mean, I do live in Chicago where thirty percent of the population are either Hispanic or Latino. It’s not like I’m trying to learn Uzbek and can’t find anyone with whom to practice my language skills (for those of you who don’t know, Carl studied the ever useful Uzbek while at the University of Indiana. Love you, Honey!). It should be easy for me to learn Spanish at an Intermediate level.
The vast majority of my students at Dominican are bilingual in either Spanish or…
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