Today I had my first Spanish test in, oh, about 8 years. I completely suck at languages. English is hard enough without my having to worry about some other language that I will probably never use because I wasn’t forced to learn it when I was 4. Seriously.
The end of the test consisted of instructions to write 10 sentences about ourselves and/or our city. An “essay”, if you will.
Mine was something along the lines of this:
“Yo tengo pelo rojo. Yo tengo veinticuatro años. Yo soy de Memphis. Yo soy estudiante de universidad. Tengo ojos gris. Mi cumpleaños es la nueve de agosto. Trabajo en la oficina. Yo tengo la familia grande. Mi coche es rojo y negro.
At this point, my only hope is that by the end of the semester I stop sounding like a three-year-old.
You should so get a job writing spanish language Dick and Jane books.
Hah. “Mi madre esta Jane! Mi padre es Dick! Me llama es Susi, y yo tengo cuatro anos!”
Jane tiene un culo grande.
Dick tiene gusto del culo grande de Jane!
Nice!
Jane tiene gusto de sacudarir su culo grande.
Dick tiene gusto de mirar.
It could be worse. After four years of French in high school, I took the college exam and they placed me in remedial Spanish.