In high school, I took Spanish Class 1 from Ms. Chesson. I liked Ms. Chesson. She was a very sweet lady and went to my church. We didn’t have any issues except one, I didn’t like learning something difficult.
Spanish was so foreign to me. (Excuse the pun.) Ms. Chesson would play silly games that was geared more for the elementary grades to make learning easy. When we would play them, I was able to learn so much more. If I just stared at the words and try to memorize them, nothing ever happened.
I ended my venture of Spanish 1 with a C+. This was very devastating to me because I always wanted to be at least on the A/B Honor Roll. Therefore, I didn’t attempt Spanish 2.
You might be saying, that was in high school, and I probably should be seeing a shrink about this if I’m still having issues. However, my problema is now we live in a place that you almost HAVE to speak Spanish. I feared a letter on my report card, more than I was willing to try something new, knowing it could be beneficial to my future.
I write all this to say, my new fear is writing. I’m writing this blog for many reasons. One reason is, it’s NOT going to be graded.
Rest assured, there will be grammatical errors. Please overlook these and read the content of the blog. Commas and I have never have got along. I put them in the weirdest places or sometimes not at all. So, I ask you to put your language skills aside and put your new lanaguage in to practice.
As for Spanish, I’m still trying to learn. One of these days, I will be able to converse with Ms. Chesson in Spanish. Then she’ll probably say, it’s time for French.
Thank the Lord for those tough teachers that really do care! May you always keep what you learned in mind as you teach your little ones. Knowing that you were born to teach, write and raise those little ones! Keep pressing on daughter! The Lord is Good!