¡No me gusta! This phrase translates “I don’t like.” And what don’t I like you may ask? Well, today it’s Spanish. You see, I am really and truly sick of Spanish.
For nine months I’ve been trying to learn Spanish. Actually longer if you count my months of Rosetta Stone pre-move. For nine months I’ve been limited in my communication and for nine months I’ve sounded like a toddler. For nine months I’ve failed to roll my rrrrrrrr’s even after remedial r trilling class. For nine months I’ve ordered wrong meals in restaurants, and caused a lot of awkward silences in conversations. It’s actually really quite sad.
Today I literally think I may vomit if I have to conjugate another verb, or hear another commercial in Spanish. If I have to read another road sign, or have a Spanish phone conversation I may beat someone up!
So in an effort to find joy in the language learning process and to laugh at myself, I’ve decided to list a few positives to learning Spanish. Here are my Top Ten Reasons For Learning Spanish:
1o. It really will be worth it in the end because I’ll be bi-lingual (right????).
9. When I visit Mexican restaurants in the States I’ll find out what the waiters are really saying about me behind my back.
8. I can relate on a personal level with my three year old son…”yes, honey, pronouns are hard to learn”.
7. I can swear and no one will know (um…unless they speak Spanish).
6. I can walk into a Taco Bell and pretend I don’t speak English.
5. I can look really cool posting facebook status updates in two languages.
4. I get to put cool swirly things over n’s sometimes.
3. I can understand all the words to Livin’ La Vida Loca
2. If I ever meet Antonio Banderas I can converse with him in his native language.
…and the number one positive thing about learning to speak Spanish…
1. I have to think before I speak. (ok…you can stop applauding at this one)
I realize these are stupid and silly but I think some good can come of this language learning process. Maybe I will actually grow up! Maybe I will learn that someone else can say it better than me, maybe I’ll learn to be a good listener, and maybe I’ll learn the art of entering someone else’s world and loving them on their terms, not mine. If I can get that, it makes it worthwhile.