The road that led me to that simple purchase is quite long and windy, peppered with those small and seemingly insignificant decisions. However, I can trace the beginning back to one fateful moment.
I was a freshman in college, just about to finish up my first semester and it was time to pick a new round of courses. Mostly the classes on my schedule fell under the General Education requirement. Except for one.
I had been struck by the strange desire to take a foreign language class. It didn’t really make sense since I had suffered through an awful three years of Spanish in high school and had no need to take a language class in college. But I couldn’t shake it, so I wandered over to the language section of the course catalogue. German? Not interested. French? Interesting. Very interesting. My rudimentary Spanish would give me an edge there, and its such a pretty language.
A language that doesn’t have a single class that works with my schedule.
Hmmm…Italian. Not an obvious choice. But a very pretty language. Kind of a cross between Spanish and French. And it fits in my schedule. I could just take one semester of Italian and then take French next time.
Little did I know.