Two things have become painfully real for me over the past few days:
There is no way in hell that I am going to be a French major. As much as I love the language, there is no way that I could spend my life trying to learn another language. And there is one reason for that:
People in my country cannot speak their own langa franca; in college (yes, it is a community college-- I understand this, but that should be no excuse) I have heard an amazing amount mispronunciations of easy words, I have witnessed fellow students stumbling over easily spelled out words; easy concepts like objectivity vs. subjectivity; bad penmanship runs rampant, and a staggering amount of students haven't the ability to understand a three page long story written by Garrison Keillor.
So, what is a girl to do? A girl who is fairly literate, who enjoys the written word, and would blow a fortune in a bookstore if possible.
Son, there is only one answer to what I am feeling. I am going through college to help those around me become literate. Not testing literate, not I can read stop signs literate-- but for the love of all things Holy-- people need help learning how to actually read.