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Good bye French!!!

Hooray!!! Finally the time has come for Reagan to choose which language she studies. And not a moment too soon.

In my career day speech, I emphasized how important knowing (some) Spanish has helped me. I've been using my Spanish since I graduated college, first in California and now to communicate with our plant employees, not to mention to get around Puerto Rico. It is a big deal to me.

So when Reagan brought home this permission slip to authorize a change, I was thrilled. Melissa took pains to insure I wasn't pressuring Reagan to change. I told her I would pressure if need be, but I believe Reagan wants to change. I have not problem pulling parental rank on this issue, Frenchies are not taking over the world. Spanish on the other hand, may.

So, I am thrilled. That may mean that Melissa and my "secret language" - the language we speak in front of kids when we don't want them knowing what we are talking about might lose some effectiveness, but for the betterment of the child, I am OK with that.

Plus, swear words are so much better in Spanish.

Comments

Profe said…
French is not so bad. I've made good use of my French over the years, and I really enjoy freaking my students out by using it in front of them. However, good choice--everyone needs to know Spanish.

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