Estoy Brittany Desu

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Hi there. 

Name's Brittany. Britt. B. Make some kind of bilabial sound and I'll probably turn my head. I enjoy languages, if the name of my site hadn't made that evident. English is my native tongue, and Spanish is the language I'm second best at. I am not by any means fluent, but I can have conversations, and I could get around in a Spanish-speaking country. After Spanish is Japanese. I had only learned a quite a small amount before I went to go teach English in Japan for a year. I thought that perhaps I would soak up Japanese like a sponge, immersed. My comprehension is much better than my speaking, at least it feels that way. I listened a lot, but often was too shy to speak to strangers. I did practice with my coworkers, though. After Japanese would be Russian, which I am only able to write, read, and speak a little. Mind you, I will not be able to comprehend a majority of what I read, I can just read it aloud and transliterate it to the Roman script. 

I would enjoy taking classes solely on the different writing systems of the world, but for now I will make use of my alma mater's library. I'm sure that will factor its way into a post at some point.

For the meantime, be prepared for whatever random post I slap on here. I will start once a week and try to work towards several times per week. Thanks for reading!

B. Leigh

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