If you haven't picked up on it by now, I'm not big on creative titles for these posts. Anyway, today was my last Spanish lesson at La Union. Therefore, I thought it'd be appropriate to share some thoughts I've been having as I've been studying Guatemalan linguistics.
When we first arrived 6 weeks ago (it's been that long?), we were met by people from La Union at the airport. Despite their friendliness and hospitality, I immediately found myself in an incredibly uncomfortable position. They were talking to me and I couldn't understand a word they were saying.
That was when I started questioning the rationality of my decision to study in a foreign country for 14 weeks. It was quite unnerving.
The first couple of weeks were equally uncomfortable. At each meal in our house, we (usually) only speak in Spanish. I don't think I've ever done so much listening in my life. Also, in the first few weeks, I continually needed help with pretty much everything I did. Whether it was checking out at the grocery store, ordering a meal in a restaurant, or asking simple questions, I couldn't do it without one of my Spring Arborians helping me out.
Now, lest you gather from this that I have since become fluent, don't be led astray. Every time I talk with people outside of the school, I'm reminded that it's not normal for people to talk to you like you're 3 years old, as my teacher sometimes has to do with me. Haha...again, it's been a bit of a humbling experience. But I've definitely improved a ton, which is highly beneficial for my social life. (You don't make a lot of friends when you don't know how to talk.) Also, I gave a 20+ minute presentation this week at school, totally in Spanish. Although quite sloppy, it was a great experience and I'd never imagined I'd be able to do that a month ago.
One of the things I've started to learn from this experience is that I have had a bad habit of judging a person's level of intelligence by their ability to communicate their ideas. It wasn't until being here that I understood how frustrating it is to be unable to communicate. For example, a student gave a presentation yesterday at school that led to some really great conversation about the different faiths that people in our group had. When it came my turn to share my thoughts on the presentation and my own beliefs, I was quite upset because of my inability to deeply communicate my thoughts.
I couldn't help but think of all the times I've been around people who weren't able to speak English very well and when I have assumed that because they didn't say much, they didn't have much to say. Now, obviously that's an absurd attitude with which to interact with the world. But I think it's so easy to do sometimes.
Imagine you're at the Secretary of State office and are behind a Hispanic lady who's holding up the line because she's unable to understand what she's being asked. For some of us, our initial response might would be to become frustrated with the fact that she doesn't know English.
After all, she's in the United States; she ought to go out and learn the language.
For some of us, we don't think about her story; where's she coming from; where she's going. We don't think about her family situation; about her kids and what of man her husband is. We don't think about how she may be exploited at work because of her inability to understand English. We don't think about the embarrassment she may feel knowing that everyone in the room is impatiently watching her struggle to understand what's being said to her. We don't think. We just feel. And all too often we let our feelings of impatience and frustration direct our actions and words.
Imagine if our impatience and frustrations were replaced with genuine care and an attempt at understanding the person's predicament. How might that change the situations we find ourselves in with people of different backgrounds?
I don't venture to compartmentalize every English-speaking American into impatient and selfish beasts. But as a whole, there's no debating that we have a lot of room for improvement in regards to the ways we interact with people of other languages.
Learning another language is helping me to begin to understand the commonalities humans share. It's helping me see some of the ways in which I can better interact with other people and it's giving me a healthier perspective on people who are different than me.
By the way.......
Forgive me if these posts seem to be characterized by grim cynicism. I'm actually really having a blast here. Like, seriously though. It's so great. My next post will be about some of the more light-hearted joys we've been having over the last couple of weeks.
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