Sunday, October 08, 2006
The Spanish I have learned so far
It was only appropriate that the one super socialist teacher at my Spanish immersion school was assigned to me. Benedicto stands a little over five feet, wears a short ponytail and drinks more coffee than anyone I have ever met. He's also nice, super super nice, and I agree with him that there are many problems in the United States, particularly education in the South Bronx and the Iraq War, but, well, teach me how to say ¨good night¨ already.
A sampling of notes from my first day at school:
El campesino = farmworker
Salario minimo = minimum wage
Injusta = injustice
Refugiado = refugee
Potencias = power
To be fair, I learned a lot from Benedicto in the last week. He was patient, engaged and he taught me more than just the above. Halfway through the week, for example, he taught me how to say all sorts of things related to amoebic dystentery. He also taught me how to offer to buy him a doughnut. Sigh. All socialists are mooches, I guess.
A sampling of notes from my first day at school:
El campesino = farmworker
Salario minimo = minimum wage
Injusta = injustice
Refugiado = refugee
Potencias = power
To be fair, I learned a lot from Benedicto in the last week. He was patient, engaged and he taught me more than just the above. Halfway through the week, for example, he taught me how to say all sorts of things related to amoebic dystentery. He also taught me how to offer to buy him a doughnut. Sigh. All socialists are mooches, I guess.
