When I learn a foreign language, it's usually to break the language barrier as much as I can. For example, I learn Japanese -- proper Japanese, not otaku fangirl speak -- just so I can comment on Japanese artists about how cool their drawings are.
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I know a little Spanish. I studied it when I was 6. I may not speak it very well, but a few of my friends here don't know enough English for me to hold a conversation in my language.
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Never for one second think that dreams are useless!
Hey! You can find me both on deviantART, [link] and Fur Affinity! [link]
For me, it would definitely be to break the language barrier. I would love to travel around Mexico, and my experiences there have shown what a barrier language can be, over the simplest of matters. I probably seem like an idiot tourist when in my mind I'm asking "Which way to the railroad station? Is the next train leaving soon?" ..and with my limited, and butchered Spanish, what they're hearing is "Please for to tracks house, Is for railroad to go near?" I see the same thing here from the other point of view.
I started to learn Spanish (Mexican) in junior high. I did quite well with the first semester, but at the start of the second semester, they offered a new Independent Studies class for "gifted" students. I had to give up one elective to take that, so I chose to give up Spanish. I'll always regret that decision.
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The beatings will continue until morale improves.
Your story reminded me of a bad experience I had a long time ago when I was still a kid... Nothing to do with languages, though. When I was still a school student, I considered myself an art student, and I always will. I did pretty good in the art class; in fact, it was my most favorite class at school. But then, one day, I had to miss one class because of an unavoidable matter. When I went to the art class the next day, I wanted to ask him what was the last subject they had during the last art class. He ignored me, even after I shouted, so in my anger, I unwittingly blurted out the words, "Are you deaf?!"
He snapped.
He grabbed me by the shoulders so he can pull me face-to-face, and began blaming my parents at my face for raising me as a foul-mouth retard, etc....
I hated him ever since.
Then, came the change of semester which will determine my future path in life. The following semester required students to choose between a selected choice of majors. I wanted to choose the art major, until I discovered that the teacher leading the art major is that very same art teacher who snapped at me. I refused to join when the leader is someone I grudged on, so I picked the second-favorite subject: Science and mathematics major. My education path has changed forever. Now, I'm a multimedia graduate.
I still consider myself an art student at heart, though.
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There is no such thing as original ideas, only inspirations.
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There is no such thing as original ideas, only inspirations.
Call me Marwan, not Zanoma!
I may not speak it very well, but a few of my friends here don't know enough English for me to hold a conversation in my language.
--
Never for one second think that dreams are useless!
Hey! You can find me both
on deviantART,
[link]
and Fur Affinity!
[link]
I started to learn Spanish (Mexican) in junior high. I did quite well with the first semester, but at the start of the second semester, they offered a new Independent Studies class for "gifted" students. I had to give up one elective to take that, so I chose to give up Spanish. I'll always regret that decision.
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The beatings will continue until morale improves.
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You never really do know where your mind is capable of taking you until you let it drift on it's own.
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There's a thin line between creativity and laziness
find more creativity in this [link]
Though that never worked towards japanese, mandarin, etc. >_>;
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Pudding! [link]
He snapped.
He grabbed me by the shoulders so he can pull me face-to-face, and began blaming my parents at my face for raising me as a foul-mouth retard, etc....
I hated him ever since.
Then, came the change of semester which will determine my future path in life. The following semester required students to choose between a selected choice of majors. I wanted to choose the art major, until I discovered that the teacher leading the art major is that very same art teacher who snapped at me. I refused to join when the leader is someone I grudged on, so I picked the second-favorite subject: Science and mathematics major. My education path has changed forever. Now, I'm a multimedia graduate.
I still consider myself an art student at heart, though.
--
There is no such thing as original ideas, only inspirations.
Call me Marwan, not Zanoma!
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There is no such thing as original ideas, only inspirations.
Call me Marwan, not Zanoma!
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