More language geekery

I'm making another blog, this time one for my students. The idea will be to interview people who speak different languages and put them up as motivators for the students - some will be in foreign languages, some will be in English, and the kids can use them as texts for homework and classwork. Authentic sources and all!


If you come across the blog and would like to be involved, please do leave me a comment here and I'll get back to you. It would be great to have a diverse range of participants.

Thanks!

Owlette

Voyage au bout de la langue...

So, back for part II of my languages journey posts. It's an epic journey of heartbreak, self-discovery and joy. It made me who I am.

It's a journey I started aged 7, back in primary school when I signed up to French class, the only problem being that I was the only one. So it didn't go ahead. And I didn't learn any French.

...Until I received a Dorling Kindersley French set for birthday. I learned a few words. I was kinda interested, but not as interested as I was in reading my DK Children's encyclopedia from cover to cover, and feeling very naughty reading the 'reproduction' pages, and learning my dinosaur books by heart. (Apatasaurus: 'imagine you are up a tree. A head the size of a giraffe's pokes through the leaves...'). I was a cool child.

I continued to not learn any French for several more years.

French struggled to get a hold. All I knew of French back then was that Mum had been on a French exchange to Paris when she was at school, and obviously this made it the coolest thing ever. My budding linguistness had to wait to reach its full expression until later, at secondary school, I was on the receiving end of that glorious thing known as French class with a certain Mr Wild, who had the epic-est, French-est goatee beard I have ever seen. He caused much outrage/hilarity with his habit of pointing at people with his middle finger, seemingly telling small children to 'f-off' every time he said 'Et toooi?'. He was so epic, we even wrote the incredible 18-verse hit 'Mr Wild is weird... since he shaved off his beard' on the subject. (I continued to be a cool child.) Punishment for non-participation in French-learning songs was being sent to junior choir. I probably continued to learn very little French.

My students are constantly surprised that I learned French just like they are - starting in year 7 and continuing to climb that ladder for the next 15 years. They keep asking if I'm French, as though it's impossible that anyone from the next borough over might have any desire/ability to speak another language. I sometimes agree. But learn I did. And that, mes enfants, is a story for next time...

Dreaming spires...

Also, a post with the world's most inspiring libraries.

Looks like they forgot one, though - check out Newnham College, Cambridge, for my second home/libraryiwantinmyhouseoneday.

Holy Moly

I feel a bankruptcy-inducing round-the-world trip coming on...

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Qu'est-ce qu'il y a dans le panier?

While doing my usual Sunday morning thing, checking facebook to make sure that nothing important had happened while I was asleep (is the answer *ever* yes?), I saw that someone had posted an article on the BBC showing that Mitt Romney has been lambasted for being a speaker of French.

I sighed.

While it could just be another item on the ever-growing pile of anti-American sentiments you often get, I filed it under things that make absolutely no sense.

As a linguist (and a creator of linguists-to-be, hopefully), it seems counter intuitive that a skill which takes hard work, practice, and a heft of brain-power to achieve could be labelled as a negative; in this case, it's a show of 'namby-pamby European liberalism'. Or being a little bit too Canadian, perhaps. For while I've been on the receiving end of more than your fair share of apathy, this was the first time I've seen language skills openly sneered at. I was, it's fair to say, shocked.

As a linguist, I know what a foreign language can do for a person, how it can change and influence not only the course of their life, but how they see and feel everything around them. As I fight the tide of parents who declare that there's no point studying my subject, as their children will never go abroad anyway, I've had to question my beliefs about 'the point of learning a language'. I've come out believing that it's an essential skill, if not for every young person, then for a majority of them. As an introduction to a series about my own language journey, I will serve up my top-10 robust defences for language learning in schools and beyond:

1. The oh-so-obvious: if you travel abroad, a little language goes a long way.

A little research, a smile, lots of pointing, and a merci, a danke, an obrigado or a prozse will ease your passage no matter where you are.

2. Foreign language learning is a gateway drug

So, you're never going to France? Wish you learned Spanish? Don't be put off. Persevering with French will give you a solid grounding in grammar and vocabulary for the romance languages and will make that mountain of self-taught Spanish so much easier to climb. I spent a weekend in Spain and with lots of guesswork was able to navigate hotels and restaurants with considerable success, despite never having had a Spanish lesson (though I fell prey to some rogue peanuts, so not 100% successful...).

3. Metalinguistic knowledge

That solid grounding in grammar and vocabulary? Not just useful for German. It'll tell you lots about English too, how we use words, how our language came to be the way it is. And your essays will score higher with that new fancy-pants vocabulary too.

4. Transferable skills

Language skills are not in a box on their own in the dusty recesses of your brain. They interlink with so many others; pattern-spotting, logic and other goodies which intersect with maths, music and science, as well as communication, memory, creativity, self-discipline, confidence, and performance which overlap with the transferable social skills employers are so keen on.

5. The ability to see differently.

Interaction with non-English speakers gives a new perspective; you see with what Kristeva calls the eyes of the outsider. It's a valuable perspective to have sometimes. Linguistic research shows that language, to a certain extent, shapes thought.If you think of those languages with words for only 5 colours, or no numbers beyond 4, or no future or past tense, you see how language can be be a prison of thought. Double the size of your imagination by adding a new path for your thoughts to take. Just don't limit yourself to one way of being.

6. Travel doesn't only necessitate language skills, language skills necessitate travel. I would never have spent 2 years living abroad and running all over Europe to visit my language-buddies without the excuse of my language studies. It was awesome.

7. You don't just look like a more interesting person, you are a more interesting person. Arrogant, yes, but true, also yes. That story about that party you talked yourself into? Accidentally saying the worst swear-word ever to an 8-year-old? Exhibitions, bars, restaurants, landscapes that no one you know has seen? Books they've never read? Music they've never bothered to listen to? [Insert language here] opened that door. Whether it's your month in Senegal, your year abroad in Madrid, or the journeys to your family in Turkey, you can access something few English speakers can. It's a privilege.

8. It's not all about irregular verbs, it's about film, cinema, books, music, dance and art.

The hard work on those verb tables and vocab lists buys you access to so much cool stuff. Tea at the musée d'Orsay? Don't mind if I do. View of the snow-capped Sierra Nevada in December? Yes please. Moonlight in the Sahara? Been there, done it. Without languages? I would never even have heard of 'em.

9. Employability.

I've had 3 jobs since graduating with a degree in German and French. Condition of all 3 was fluent French. These skills pay for me to live.

10. It's fun.

Oh, the carefree days of ice-skating in Rouen, the disastrously cheap alcohol, the daytrips to one of the cultural centres of Europe, the spontaneous trips to Morocco, gallivanting in Germany, roadtripping around France, the friends for life, the... everything. In 3 languages, I have no words to describe the awesome that languages have given me. It's been a gift. Though, the second internal monologue that chatters away in French is occasionally a burden...

Music to calm savage beasts

Clair de Lune by Harold Squire

MFL playlist

MFL playlist

Yes, yes, I did make an MFL playlist.

However, it does need adding to.

Chopchop, off you go.