When I was in high school, not all that far from the border with Quebec, I had to choose a foreign language elective.
I selected French. Made sense, right? We lived way closer to Montreal than to Boston, after all.
So naturally, not all that many years later, I found myself living and working in places such as El Paso and Tucson. Not a lot of call for French there.
But knowing a little Spanish might have been nice.
How about you? Ever wish you had a do-over on a seemingly casual decision along those lines?