Kevin E. Andrickson
Being a Latino facing the vicissitude of having to pick up the English language while approaching the teen years was never easy. In the slums of Washington Heights, New York or as we call it, Spanish Harlem, our primary form of communication was Spanish and heavy accented broken English. Not very diverse like the college environment. For me, kid who couldn’t talk proper English, it was difficult to communicate to others. The years prior to high school, I was in a Spanish teaching program which was the source of my disassociation. Over the years, I look back at that experience and realize the profound lesson that moment carried.