Bienvenidos. Yo soy Melissa. El es Indio. El es mi sancho….

Today was the first day of Moosecake’s spanish class. Dia de Saludos. Dos horas, dos veces cada semana para los siguientes meses….which Little One and I will be sitting in on, esp. when they get to the “pasado” part. As much as I hope this helps her out and catch up next year…sitting in the back of the room…. I suddenly felt 15 years old again. Back in the day, sitting in the back of spanish class…pinche oraciones…If only I would have paid more attention in class. No, there I was, hiding in the back, hanging with my friends, passing…err… notes, flirting with a cute lil homie, who spoke fluent spanish but still managed to fail the class. All that time in high school…wasted. No plans on leaving the country… so why bother.

Oh… but don’t think I stopped there. I took spanish again in college. I had the accent down solid and the teachers passed me. Great,then… bummer now.

Daydreaming once again, (damn) a decade later, I’m sitting next to my 10 year old, in wretched spanish class…still fidgeting around, writing my damn blog, *I hope we get a break soon…
Maybe I should buckle down with my ‘lil Moosecake and take this seriously. Something tells me that maybe this time, it might be necessary.