So eat my shorts! Bite my butt! Slap my face and call me Charlie!
There’s no Portuguese class at ALL this semester!! Unless, as my former teacher informed me this weekend, I want to drive to San Jose. In the middle of the day. While I’m trying to work.
I combed through half a dozen possibilities. The closest Portuguese class is at UC Berkeley. It currently costs more to take this through UC Berkeley Extension than it did for a quarter – sixteen units of real, enrolled student worth – at UCSD ten years ago. Um… can we say… outta my league! SEVENTEEN HUNDRED BUCKS!
For that, I’ll sit home with my textbook from last year and imagine my grandmother saying what I’m reading. I used to do that while I studied, and it actually works pretty well. If it’s something my grandmother used to SAY!!! Like “calças.” Or “Nada no chão!” I’m sure half the words I’m reading are mispronounced in my head, but to save 1700 bucks, I’m willing to learn Portuguese half-assed.
Let’s be honest. I just don’t have the money to begin with.
The real losers are the BCC student body; why are we ignoring Portuguese when Brazil is so close, and has almost as many consumers as the US? I’m sure they’re teaching Italian. And German. I’m all for teaching all of those languages, but where’s the sense in killing Portuguese? The first semester was bursting at the seams. The second… not so much. People chicken out. And realize it’s not a magical freebee language if you speak Spanish.
I also read that the study abroad class Deolinda teaches in Portugal through UC Berkeley has been canned. I couldn’t sign up last year for personal reasons, but I was all revved up to sock away something to do it this year.
And it’s dead.
I hope, not for long. Though one has to wonder why one class in the East Bay costs 1500, but one that globetrotts is 7000. The former should offer some traveling component. And I don’t mean down the 24 to fight for campus parking.