I had a dream last night that I was back in my old high school, or the dream version of my old high school, and I was trying to give a speech for a class, but a woman at the back of the class was listening to a stereo so loud that I couldn't even hear the words as I was saying them. After the class, I confronted her in the bathroom (evidently uni-sex), and was asking her what the Hell her problem was. She just started listening to her I-Pod and walked away. Two nights ago, I had a dream that it snowed again. Hardly even stretching credibility with that one.
I'm recently regretting the fact that I chose to study German instead of Spanish: virtually all of the jobs in the Southwest (predictably) require you speak Spanish, and a number of positions nationwide require it, too. My hope would be that, were I around the language, I would pick it up; after all, William Blake was able to teach himself Hebrew fairly late in life. Granted, I'm no William Blake, but that's beside the point.
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Yeah, but Spanish is no Hebrew. That's a fun fact about Blake.
I can totally relate to your plight - my BA is in German. So far it's actually helped me in some cataloging work. And regularly saves me from embarassment when coworkers ask, "What's your language?" They really do expect everyone to have at least 2. But Spanish is next on my list, for sure.
Well, except my capacity for German is pretty minimal -- certainly not BA level. I took two semesters in high school with the worst teacher ever, and then took it again for 3 semesters at university. I can generally suss it out when it's written, but could never understand it spoken, and couldn't speak it to save my life. I never really got the hang of those split verbs, either. I have a feeling that if I was immersed in the language, I would eventually be able to function successfully, although I'd probably be the butt of many jokes among the fluent.
Presumably, Spanish would be a tad easier than Hebrew: it is, after all, an alphabetic language, and we are exposed to at least pieces of the language throughout every day life. Or at least through intermitant re-readings of Love & Rockets.
Yay, Love and Rockets!
...I wonder if I could pick up Spanish through comic books. The dirty kind keep showing up on the jail book cart. Who better to guard the smut than the librarian, eh?
Sounds like the new motto of the ALA! I'm printing up buttons even as I type.
You don't need to speak "real" Spanish. Actually, Spanglish will do the job. But yes, out West some form of Espanol is muy importante. See, Spanglish! ;-)
Get a Spanish For Dummies book and flip on Telemundo. You'll be hablaring in no tiempo!
Adios!
DB
Does this mean that I have to see that Adam Sandler movie? Because I have managed to avoid watching Adam Sandler movies thus far in my life, and I don't plan on starting now, job or no job!!
I don't think that I'm especially facile with language. I overthink it. My father is: when he entered the service, he tested extremely high in language. If he hadn't dropped out of high school, he probably would have been trained as an interpretter.
No, you don't have to see Spanglish. But not because it has Adam Sandler in it. You shouldn't see it cause it has that gross Tia Leone or however the hell you spell her name!
Which one is that? The name sounds familiar, but I can't place the face.
Okay. You asked for it
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