This was, in my opinion, an outstanding post. I have printed it and am giving it to my children and those grandchildren who are old enough to understand what you are trying to tell people.

My mother was an english teacher and forced me to submit all my written homework  assignments to her for approval before turning them in to my teachers until I left for collge. My father was a medical doctor and arranged for a nurse named Mrs. Bates, at what was then Bannock Memorial Hospital, to teach me to write in Spanish while I was studying the lanquage in High school. My high school Spanish instructor  suspected that I was receiving some really good instruction outside of class during my second year with him and asked who was helping me. When I told him, he just laghed and said, "ok, I have her daughter in the class after yours and she can also speak and write better than I can".

I believe that my mother and Mrs. Bates, who was from Mexico, had a great deal to do with my being accepted as a student at Vox Ideomas, which is a sattelite campus of the University of Madrid in Madrid, Spain, during the Fall of 1968 and the Winter and spring of 1969.

Although niether my Major nor my Minor were in lanquages or literature, the ability to speak fluently and write properly in two languages has been a blessing. It opened doors and provided opportunities that I would have never had otherwise.