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Rosetta Stone: Homeschool Spanish

Friday, August 12th, 2016

Rosetta-Stone-Spanish-for-homeschoolI received a year of Rosetta Stone and was compensated for an honest review.

I was looking for a Spanish program because my high school students need two years of high school credit to graduate from our homeschool. And of course, I always wanted my kids to learn Spanish because I grew up speaking Spanish, and it’s a useful language to know.

You’re probably thinking, why haven’t I taught them Spanish yet? Well… our lives have been full. I was actually looking for a Spanish program that would do all the work for me so that I can get everything else done. I’m a speaker, an author, a conference coordinator, a blogger–oh, yes, and I also film my homeschooling.

As you can see, I have no time for teaching Spanish, and why should I when Rosetta Stone Language Learning for Homeschool exists?! They are the most effective foreign language program I’ve ever seen. You can speak into a microphone, and the computer will tell you if your Spanish accent is good enough, or if you need to repeat the word.

YES–it teaches you to SPEAK Spanish, not just to read it, write it, and listen to it. So you don’t need to know the language as a homeschool mom. The program is thorough, builds on previous vocabulary, and immerses you in the language right away.

Rosetta Stone: Homeschool Spanish

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Each screen has colorful pictures to build vocabulary. You are required to match the picture with the word. After that, you match the spoken word with the picture (without seeing the word). This is helpful because when you are chatting with a Hispanic woman at Walmart, you will not see words above her head, telling you what her words are.

You can opt out of the written portion if your children are young, but since all my kids are older, they can type out the vocabulary words under the pictures. Spanish is the simplest language to write anyway–everything is exactly the way it sounds, since vowels can only have one sound.

Rosetta Stone Review

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Just so you can see what I’m talking about, here is my demonstration with Rosetta Stone Language Learning for Homeschool, and why I loved it so much:

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My 16-year-old son did not want a baby-ish Spanish program, so I was overjoyed when I saw that any human–any age, including adults–can use this program without feeling like they are being treated like a baby. Instead of cartoons, you have real-life pictures.

The program is not boring. Yay! Not boring is good. It moves at a wonderful pace, and if you need more practice on one section, you can do that section over and over however many times you want. Mastery is the whole point.

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There is a workbook that you can print out, if you want to use paper and pencil. I don’t believe the workbook is necessary for learning the language, but if you are trying to get extra writing practice for your kids (or if you think you need it for high school credit), it’s a good re-enforcement of what the students have learned in each lesson.

I was so impressed by Rosetta Stone that I decided to buy the entire set of Spanish, Levels 1 through 5. If you would like to follow Rosetta Stone on social media, here they are:

Watch a free demo: Rosetta Stone Language Learning for Homeschool

Sign up for their newsletter: Rosetta Stone Newsletter

Sombrero Fun

Monday, September 6th, 2010

While studying the country of Mexico, we dressed up like traditional Mexicans and snapped pictures of our sombrero fun:
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Mexican Border

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

mexican-borderA British friend of mine exchanged to the United States for his senior year of university. He was studying botany at the time, but now he is the pastor of a church. I remember that he always kept Venus flytraps in his room.

One day during his senior year, he asked me if I would be willing to drive him to Mexico, along with three of his British friends (two girls and one guy). None of them owned a car, and none of them knew Spanish. So I said yes, piled them all into my small Toyota, and off we went for the weekend. We all lived in Texas, and our destination was Laredo, a town on the border of Mexico, since I absolutely refuse to drive a car in Mexico. If you have white skin, the police sometimes throw you in jail for no reason, because (of course) white people are rich and should be able to bribe the authorities.

It took all day to drive from Denton, Texas, to Laredo, Mexico. I was driving on a long and lonely road in the middle of the night, with an occasional dry tumbleweed blowing across the flat, dark highway. There was nothing to see to the right, and nothing to the left. The road was a straight line, seemingly forever. I saw no speed limit sign, so I assumed it was 65. I stayed exactly at 65 because I wanted to make it to the border as soon as possible.

Suddenly a car appeared out of nowhere and started to tailgate me. The car was pushing me forward because he was right on my bumper, and I didn’t want him to hit my car. I wished that he would just pass me, since there was no way for me to get over without driving onto dirt. He followed me for a long time.

Lights started flashing. It was a police car! He pulled me over and clocked me at 70mph. My heart was pounding because I had never gotten a ticket before. I paid attention to every word he said. I tried to explain to him that he had pushed me forward, that he had forced me to go faster.

“The speed limit is 55mph.” He rattled off a memorized speech. “You have the right to speak to a judge.”

“Isn’t the judge in bed right now? What you’re saying doesn’t even make sense,” I stammered, not trying to be funny, but knowing that something unfair had just happened.

He slapped a ticket into my hand and walked away.

We spent the night in a scummy motel with a neon sign that buzzed. It stormed that night.

The next morning, we walked across the border and spent the day walking around and going into shops. I translated for my friends and made sure they each got their passports stamped. I’ve never been to Mexico since.

Flamenco Show

Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010

flamenco-showDarkness. A man on center stage, four women dancers on each side. Man shouts out. Lights flash on stage. Audience stares at his face, twisted in agony and tension as he sings with his entire being. Suddenly two guitars enter the background. Everyone on stage dances spectacularly. Clickety-clack. Snappety-snap. Ole. Abada. Ole. The first song and dance ends. Lights out. Stage empties.

A duet of guitarists, playing quickly and skillfully. They keep looking at each other as if they are competing and answering each other with their guitars. Faster, faster. Really gooflamenco-show-2d.

A new male singer on stage. Sad song. Love song. Woman sings with her entire being. She’s good. She dances. Man and woman dance. Man seems sad. The woman dumped him apparently. He sings sadly and is dancing alone. It becomes happier as they become reunited and begin to dance together again.

The songs have a flamenco-show-3story to them. It’s like the opera, except for the style of the music. The dresses are gorgeous. The dancers are all experts – every muscle is in the correct position. Confident and dramatic postures. Looks beautiful on stage.

One male dancer is looking straight at me. He sings with extreme intensity, then looks at me for a response. I snap a picture, and he seems pleased.

The final act is a line-up. Each dancer has a solo dance. The couple dances in a romantic way. Suddenly we were all clapping loudly as the central main dancer dances faster and faster and faster. His feet are a blur. The dancing stops, and loud applause thunders the room.

I return to camp and breathe a final “Ole” as I fall asleep.

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