Spanish is my least favorite subject. I started taking the class in 6th
grade. My teacher was amazing and I had
a lot of friends in the class. That year
Spanish was a lot of fun. It was almost
easy learning the basics. That is where
it stopped, though. After that year,
Spanish became a real challenge for me.
I don’t know why exactly. I
always had a friend in my class. All
through middle school and high school my teachers were very nice. They would always give extra help when anyone
needed it, especially me. I studied
every day, did all my homework, and did my best to participate in class. For some reason, I just couldn’t grasp the
language.
With a lot of help from my friends and teachers, I was able
to pass each year with a good grades and minimal understanding and retention. By some miracle, I ended up in Spanish 200
this semester. I have no idea what’s going on in my
class. My professor speaks only in
Spanish. Apparently, my Spanish professor
is funny because she said something, in Spanish of course, the other day and
the whole class laughed. I hope it
wasn’t at my expense. Even the directions in my workbook are in Spanish.
Since it’s too late to drop the class, I have no choice but
to pass the class. I make an appointment
with my Spanish tutor, Ursula, every Wednesday and Thursday, the only days she
is available, at the tutor center. I
make flashcards of the vocabulary for each chapter and I have even started
watching my favorite movies in Spanish with English subtitles.
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