My mother also had to learn Spanish since working in downtown L.A. required her to do so. I would always hear her on the phone talking, or rather, yelling in Spanish because somebody had taken a wrong order or had wrecked something. In middle school, I was sent to a Korean Language School every Saturday all the way up to my freshman year of high school. It was a painful ordeal only because I had to miss my Saturday morning cartoons. (X-men was on at the same time school started!) Soon after I stopped attending Korean classes, I began my long journey with Japanese. I continued learning Japanese in college and added Korean along the way. Unlike most college students though, I had to have classes everyday because that is just the way languages classes are.
Now, somehow, my fascination for words has brought me to Korea. And of course I am trying to learn Korean. Trying that is. The other day, a taxi-driver told me that once I opened my mouth he could tell that I was a foreigner. What a way to encourage someone. And if that was not enough, I am trying really hard to get fluent in Japanese, Chinese, and Spanish! It is a massive, daunting task - I am not even sure if it is possible. But I guess I can only have fun through the process. Time will tell...
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