I consider myself to be really lucky that my parents didn’t want to speak English at home, and really emphasized we speak Spanish. Despite moving to the US when I was 7 from Mexico, I maintained my fluidity, and was able to become truly bilingual. Through middle school, I felt really confident helping my friends with their Spanish homework. Even taking French classes felt easy— French was just like Spanish, but more elegant and a tad bit pretentious, overall a fun language to learn.
In high school, I decided to take Spanish. I can’t remember what the reason was, maybe I wanted to have an easy class, maybe I was genuinely interested in learning? Honestly, that couldn’t have been it. I was allowed to skip a year of Spanish, which made me feel very cocky and proud of myself. That didn’t last long.
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