Habla espanol?
I wish I could speak a foreign language.
When I see small children, I see through their golden locks to the untapped potential that lies beneath their scalps. I'm so jealous of their brain plasticity.
How I wish my parents could have put me in a foreign speaking school when my brain cells were still growing, pruning and forming new connections. Now my neurons are old and fixed in their ways, and they struggle to remember the definition of unfamiliar English words, let alone an entire foreign language.
Apparently it's possible to learn a foreign language as an adult, but I guess you need the time and motivation. Learning a language at an adult-learning centre for 1 hour a week is a good start, but seems effectively pointless unless you're going to move to a country that speaks the language. Otherwise, that undeveloped language brain area will hide away out of sight, like an autistic child.
'Learning a foreign language' was on my list of life goals to complete whilst still moderately young. (One of those generic life goals that everyone has, but which really means something to me!) For some reason I decided to start a PhD instead. I can only hope that a PhD will have similar 'brain expanding' benefits!
If I ever have children (an unimaginable situation at this point) I will probably move overseas to Spain or France, or (perhaps a better choice with the change in global population), China. I'll struggle by for years, not understanding what's going on, and they'll bounce around me showing off their language skills.
Damn their brain plasticity.
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