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  1. Mandy
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    Oh my gosh, you won’t believe how closely I relate to this story!!! When we go to Mexico I tote around a checkbook-sized English-Spanish dictionary, and am to be found in camionettas, taxis, buses, and on the beach, muttering Spanish words and phrases to myself, looking and sounding like a madwoman. My husband, though he appreciates my sparse Spanish (he has none) seems a bit embarrased by it all. My biggest gripe with any college-level language class I have attended is that there is no language lab attached. You know, that little room in the back where students in my high school would retire to don headphones, listen to tapes and endlessly repeat phrases. “Quelle heur est il? Il est huit heur moins dix.” “Quanta cuesta senor? Vente-uno pesos.” Lacking that, I am reduced to teaching myself, via a dictionary and a rudimentary grasp of how Romance languages aer structured. Oh my gosh–la-DEE-ess indeed!!

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