Story written by Kevin Emore, NPTS, ’14
I wish my first foray into Spanish was a little more profound than “I need to take a language, let’s give Spanish a shot,” but it really wasn’t.
I began learning French as an eighth grader in a small town in Washington State. It was a largely arbitrary decision, in part governed by fantasy of windows to new worlds opening, and the possibility to connect with a large number of new people, previously closed off to a girl from middle-class America.
Story written by Peter Soroka, NPTS, ’14
As I stepped onto the tarmac at Muscat International Airport to begin a summer long Arabic program, I became enveloped by a heavy miasma of humidity. I couldn’t wait to grab my luggage, head to my air-conditioned hotel room, and change into lighter clothing. Little did I know that these simple desires would never come to fruition.
Story written by Martarita Colón, NPTS, ’14
I remember the day that I had my first encounter with a piece of Japanese culture. It was a crispy afternoon in my hometown of Dorado, P.R. I turned on the T.V. set, and that’s when I saw my first peek of what I would later find out that goes by the name of animé. It was a different art and design style that I had never seen before.