When I was 15, I spend the four days of Thanksgiving vacation teaching myself German. I got up to the week 6 lesson in my Berlitz self-teacher and was able to read a paragraph on "der Fleisch" and "racht"ing and could probably have asked anyone (all conjugations) for sugar in my coffee. If I'd been a coffee drinker.
I started teaching myself German just in case my class won the Daimler-Chrystler award of a month-long summer trip to Germany, and then just in case I wrote the winning essay for my class.
I stopped teaching myself German after going back to Spanish class the following week and only being able to remember "Strasse" instead of "calle" when trying to say "street."
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