So here is the overview of my linguistic abilities, for anyone that cares. it really isn’t impressive.
I am Fluent in….
Yep, that’s it, sad isn’t it?
I am learning….
The sad thing about Spanish; is that although my mother is Colombian and I have taken two years of Spanish in high school, I am still FAR from fluent. You would think that growing up with a native speaker would leave you with at least a basic knowledge of the language. Honestly though most (90%ish?) of my Spanish has come from my high school Spanish teacher; and little beyond everyday phrases and some vocabulary actually came from my mother. Don’t get me wrong I adore my mother, and everything about her; I just wish she had taken the time to teach me her native tongue when I was younger. She always says that at the time it was more important for her to learn English than for us (my sister and I) to learn Spanish.
I really hope that one day I can master the language; maybe even spend sometime in South America. For now I will be pleased just to use my basic knowledge on my trip to Spain in October. (more about that in another post)
The first time I heard the language was several years ago when I watched the film An American Rhapsody, which had some Hungarian in it. I never really thought about learning the language until I chose Hungary as my top choice for my exchange. Then when I was assigned the country in January this year, the need to learn it became real and necessary. Even then it seemed an abstract thought, “sometime in the future I will need this”, and thus August fast approached and my knowledge of the complex language barely increased. If it wasn’t for the wonderful help of Mrs. T-S, I probably would have know much less when I landed here in Budapest one month ago. I listened to tapes, and podcasts, and read books; but still I knew very little.
I have been here a month now, well in two days, but still pretty much a month. Now a month later, I feel like I know nothing. I speak primarly in english with just phrases and simple responses being given in Hungarian. When I landed I thought, ok, in a month I am sure this crazy language will be easier; but now I am thinking, maybe in another month I will understand more. It seems like I have learned nothing, while my fellow exchangers are hurtling ahead of me; I feel like a dead weight. I love Hungary, but I wish that I would grasp this difficult tongue. I know it is silly, but it feels as if, if I mastered this language life would just fit together her so much easier.
Ah, I have completely diverged from my point, and will continue now.
Other Languages I want to learn…
American Sign Language
I will probably never learn any of these, but they intrigue me none the less. The last two are the least possible; but still you never know.
I wish I could speak dozens of different languages; but I don’t so for now all I can to is chip away at my current mountain; Hungarian.