As a child, I had many vastly different ideas of what I wanted to do with my life. At age ten, my biggest dream was to learn how to sew and become a fashion designer, and by junior high, I was confident that writing was my calling. However, none of these dreams extended past my own imagination. This all changed during my freshman year of high school, when I took my first Spanish class and immediately fell in love. It reminded me of listening to my grandparents fluently speak Spanish to each other so that no one else in the family could understand, even though they had both grown up speaking English. As I continued to take classes and delved further into the language, I began to understand the cultural implications of language in general. The
