Postby mariefrenette » May 13th, 2008 12:24 am
Korean has led me down a road I never expected to be on. A business graduate from Canada who always appreciated Asian culture but was never infected with any sort of Asiaphile symptoms or anything, I came here as the first leg of my world travel journey. One year in Korea, and then, Who knows??? But now I've finished 2 years teaching, and am about to begin 3 years of study in university in Seoul... I feel myself unwilling to leave this country until I can dive deeper into the language and culture, and swim around and have some fun!
I'm the kind of person who can learn a lot from listening in class and unfortunately had decent test results just cramming the night before... I did well in school without slaving over books but probably haven't yet reached my full potential as a result... ^^;
So every time I started a French class (or German, Spanish, etc...), I was frustrated that I didn't just remember what I had learned in class, and quickly gave up. I always thought I wasn't smart enough to learn languages.
Then I moved to Korea and although I had that perception that I "probably will never be able to learn how to speak", however I felt an obligation to this country, where I would live for an entire year and to the people, who I believe shouldn't always be the ones reaching out to me and trying to speak English. So I started studying Korean. At first it was an on and off thing, with kind of the same inconsistency as before. I even took a class and after 5 weeks, dropped out. But I kept studying alone after that, and about 3 months later picked up an unused textbook from that class I took. It was Seoul National University's 한국어 1. Suddenly, the stuff in the book didn't seem so scary anymore. A lot was familiar! And somehow this magical thing just came over me from that point on, and now not a day goes by that I don't study, even if it's just 20 minutes. Now I'm on 한국어3, which given my past history studying language is almost unbelievable to me...!!
I can understand exactly what people mean when they say "It's an obsession, it's my passion". I realize now that language learning has to be an obsession in order to amount to anything.
These days, I've really gotten excited about learning hanja. Even while on the subway in Seoul, I learned some new ones. And I can feel this familiarity and comfort with Chinese characters having another surprising side effect: there is a little man (woman?) inside of me that keeps talking to me using such phrases as "Marie, when we start studying Japanese.........." "Marie, if you want to speak Chinese really well you have to......."
Perhaps in this case there is a fine line between obsession and mental illness. ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
If you actually spent time to read this overly long post, thanks a lot!
Marie