A girl's journey to becoming multilingual.
Native English speaker.El español en la preparatoria.Le français à l'université.Hopefully, more in the future.
…and I feel like… maybe… taking this class was a mistake.
But at that same time, no, it wasn’t a mistake. At least not until my original class section was disbanded, and I moved to another section.
This week in French class, we learned about “le langage familier” y “le verlan” and had to memorize a bunch of vocabulary. Par exemple:
l’argot | le langue courant
un mec, keum | un homme
moche | laid
le blé | l’argent
chialer | pleurer
meuf | femme
chanmé | méchant
*l’italique indique le verlan.
It’s safe to say that we pretty much sound like we’re actually 20-somethings or just like we’ve been speaking the language for a really long time. Lol yeah right… Even after learning the vocab, I feel like this week’s lessons have shown me just how far away I am from being even remotely fluent. I can barely understand a person who’s speaking French at a normal to fast pace; it’s even harder when they’re throwing in words I don’t know yet.
But at least I can curse someone out in French now, right? La chose la plus importante de français, n’est-ce pas? :)
Studying for my French exam means conjugating verbs in passé composé. And then again in imparfait. And then again in subjonctif.
Je suis très fatiguée de la conjugaison…
So I’m in the library writing my Spanish paper, and a lady came in to clean the chalkboard, and she asked me if I was a freshman because she’s never seen me in the science library before. I told her that I was a senior, and she was so surprised and told me I look so young. So I asked, how old? And she said, 15. *sigh* I’m never going to escape this, am I? lol
Anyway, I’m kinda bored and lonely here, so I started talking to her, and we introduced ourselves. She was super nice! And then I asked her in Spanish if she spoke Spanish (I figured she did because she had a Spanish accent and looked Hispanic and then her name kinda confirmed it), and she said yes and that she was from Puerto Rico. We talked for a bit in Spanish about where I’m from and if other people in my family speak the language (I think she thought that I was semi-fluent… maybe?) and what I’m studying and about family and things, and she was so nice! And she told me that I speak Spanish really well, which made me the happiest human. But actually though.
SO YAY! :D :D :D
And now that I feel better about my language skills, Imma whip out this Spanish paper like a boss.
So if anyone wants to chat in French or Spanish, hit me up. Kik: insomniastrikesagain
pros of being sick: my French nasal vowels are A+ right now