Learning a new language is a funny thing. At first, it is completely overwhelming. It's like staring at the jumbled mess of an unassembled 10,000 piece puzzle. You know that with some dedicated time and study, you're going make sense of what pieces go where and inevitably, the whole picture will come together with surprising clarity. But you also know that that moment is hours upon hours away.
So, as with any large and foreboding task, all you can do is take a deep breath and get started. But then an interesting thing happens. As you begin to acquaint yourself with the pieces and as the task of sorting the pieces (a noun here, a conjugated verb there) becomes easier and easier, a sense of optimism overtakes you. Suddenly your original assessment of several hours seem ludicrous. What were you thinking!? You forgot you have a secret natural ability that makes you great at all things! In fact, you'll probably be done in a matter of minutes, not hours!
Then the pendulum swings back and reality sets in. Sure, you'll have a good idea of what the picture looks like, and you even know generally where most of the pieces go...however, there is no quick method to determining precisely which direction every individual piece will lay. It just takes time and experience.
So, that's how the Italian is going....
1 comment:
Basta! See, you taught me... good on you!
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