My Mistakes I Learn Spanish

When most people think of steaks, they think of barbecues. They think of that perfect Sunday afternoon when the family is gathered around a steaming hot meal of corn, baked beans, and steak surrounded by the smell of spring mixed with freshly cut grass and meat grilling to perfection. But that is not the case for me. To me, steak serves as a reminder that arrogance can lead to great disaster. Growing up, I made many mistakes that would give my mother a hard time. People have always told me that they learn from making mistakes, so I made all of them. The biggest mistake that gave my mother a particularly hard time was my refusal to learn Spanish. She found this to be important for me to learn, but I just could not see why I would need it when I live in a country where they speak English. My mother had tried to teach me at home, but it was to no prevail. She decided that the best way for me to learn was for me to learn how she learned. She told me that I would be spending the summer at grandmas house in Honduras.

I never liked the idea of missing out on my entire summer. I would be missing out on everything my friends were doing, and most importantly, I would be missing out on baseball. The news that I was leaving for the entire summer to spend it with me grandma devastated me. To me this was the equivalent to a two month prison sentence. When first arriving, we were met by my aunt and my two cousins. To my surprise, they were very fluent in English which made my transition much more comfortable. Being who I was, I naturally went against my mothers will and decided to stay with my aunt instead. I figured that if I was going to be in a place surround by Spanish influences, I should cling on to the only sort of English I could