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Why a Spanish Major if I am a Puerto Rican?

I was placed in an ESL (English as a second language) class in third or fourth grade. I was unaware at the fact that I was going to lose my ability to speak the Spanish language fluently. I learned grammar rules, wrote essays and conversed with the teacher in English. I eventually became “proficient” in English and was placed in regular classes with monolingual children.
At the beginning of Fall semester 2018, I met with my advisor about studying abroad in Spain, Salamanca. (I was currently taking the 240 Spanish course.) She said to me in Spanish, “Why are you taking that Spanish course? You already know Spanish.” I was embarrassed to tell her that I barely knew anything about the grammar rules in Spanish. I spoke back to her in Spanish making sure to avoid making any mistakes, afraid that she would figure me out. She proceeds, “you can easily take the Spanish proficiency test and receive all the credits you need because you are a native speaker.” I believed her and made the appointment to take the test the following week. (My family speaks Spanish; I attend a Hispanic church and I can do what I call “defend myself” in conversations.) Continue reading

Learning about my own culture at UMass.

I transferred to this University from a small community college in Springfield during my Junior year. If you didn’t know already, Springfield is a city  heavily populated by Puerto Ricans. I was born in Puerto Rico and brought to the United States at the age of two. I have been surrounded by other Puerto Ricans all my life. Therefore, when I sat in Worcester’s dining common having dinner with a group of friends, I was unsettled due to the following experience. There was a lot of laughter and conversation at the table. I saw a student walk into the dining common in search of someone. He was holding a pen and notebook in his hand. I accidently made eye contact and he took that as an invitation to walk towards my table. He apologized for interrupting our conversation and proceeded to ask us if we would take a few minutes to fill out his questionnaire. My friend who was sitting across from me decided to help him. While she was filling out the questionnaire, the man stared at me for a few seconds before asking me,       “What are you?” Continue reading