I am now officially a licensed driver.
Yes. Be afraid. No, actually I’m a very good driver. I only go slightly above the speed limit (so people don’t tailgate me) and I always use my blinker! But anyway… Hip Hip Hurray! 
But today while waiting in the never-ending line of people getting licenses renewed, I was caught up between a conversation between two puerto rican women and another man standing nearby. They were speaking in spanish (very very fast spanish I might add) and then I think the guy made some kind of suggestive or teasing comment to the girl. And the entire spanish speaking population inside of the DMV either laughed or at least smiled. I felt so out of the loop. Yes, I am in Spanish 4 but the only thing I learn in that class is spanish body parts, hospital vocabulary and the um… private life of the kid who sits across from me. But being in this situation today… gave me mixed feelings. For one, jealousy. I wish I could communicate with another person in a language that not everyone could understand (besides pig latin). And another, just pure fascination. Perhaps some of this was because I was stuck in a boring line for a long time, but I don’t know. It just seems so interesting that there are so many different languages and dialects that are still active today. Anyway, I must be off. I have mulitple tests tomorrow and the twice post-poned pep rally to worry about. (I need to try on my pink tights again…)
Verbally?,
Rachel
