When I was in elementary school, we had a closed-circuit television system. (Paid for in part by Walt Disney who would occasionally appear to talk to us about his new projects.) One of the classes was Spanish and they started us in 2nd or 3rd grade. A class full of thirty blonde 7-year old’s speaking Spanish back to a big TV set. Awesome. The problem was most of us, once we used it outside of school, picked up horrible Tijuana accents and learned to speak a pigeon Spanglish that is indecipherable to anyone who doesn’t know where Whittier Boulevard is.