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When I was in fourth grade, I had a sudden interest in learning Spanish and German. This was because I’d found pocket translation dictionaries at a bookstore at the Apache Mall in Rochester — I think it was a B. Dalton? — and had persuaded my parents to buy them for me.
Being a nerd, I took them to school with me. And being a person who likes to put knowledge to work, I looked for ways to apply my new words.
And being a fourth-grader, I didn’t do this in an entirely constructive way. For starters, there’s more to a language than vocabulary. Pronunciation and sentence structure. Colloquialisms. Conjugations! I certainly wasn’t focused on these things at the time.
More important to me then, I’d figured out a few reasonably clean insults to gleefully direct at a classmate. And so the teacher took my dictionaries away. I got them back after school with instructions to leave them at home, where I leafed through them occasionally, but less enthusiastically.
Now, I was fond of this teacher at the time and still am in retrospect, but if I’m recalling events precisely nearly 50 years later — it’s harder than you might think — I believe she made a mistake. Instead of figuring out a way to redirect my curiosity, she killed it. Spanish would’ve been useful.
It’s true that I never sought out or took advantage of more formal opportunities to learn, and that’s on me. But not entirely. The moment of curiosity is the moment of leverage.