Wednesday, December 09, 2015

I Can't English


We all have those days (I think) when we just can’t speak. The words are there, but it’s just impossible to say them. This happens to me quite often, when I know what I want to say, I have the words lined up in my brain, but nothing comes out. I stand there wordlessly, just thinking to myself “You have the words! Just spit it out!” Sometimes I have the words, just not in English. One time a while back, one of my friends and I were talking about something (probably food), and I was trying to say something about napkins, but I just could not find the word in English. Luckily, this friend speaks Spanish, and I could say “servilleta, servilleta”. “You mean napkin?” “Yes.” *sigh of defeat* That was only one of the many days where I’ve either not been able to find the word in English, or not been able to say it. Other days, particularly after having a lot of foreign language (French for me, since I speak the language quite proficiently) exposure, especially in the hours before I go to sleep, I’ll wake up the next morning and have my thoughts be in both French and English, but the French will be a half-second before the English. This can be particularly irritating as no one in my family knows enough French to converse with me (as far as I know). Sometimes, the urge to speak in French around English-speakers is so strong that I have to say “Ok, Elizabeth, English, English, English.”

There was one time a while ago on some sort of international pen pal website, I was IMing (instant messaging) with probably ten people at the same time (for at least 3 hours) and half of the conversations were in English and the other half were in French. I remember in particular that that night I dreamt in both languages, and for several hours the next day, my thoughts were in both languages.

The university I attend offers conversation hours for the foreign languages taught here, and one week I went to the French, Spanish, German, and Russian ones. By the end of the week, I had been around so many different languages that my brain was fried. Moral of the story: enjoy other languages, but make sure to maintain a grip on your own in the process.

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