My race
towards English language (part I)
Hello again friends,
I have to
confess that, tired of being surrounded by bad news about how our civil rights
are being trampled in my country,
my mind has not taken too much time to decide to write about something different,
something that makes me happy every day, something that fills my life with new
sensations and hopes, this is what I have called my race towards English.
Let me tell
you how English came to my life…….
You know
that, forty years ago, Spain was a
country where people didn’t used to learn
languages very well, learning English was not important at all, so
people started studying English very late, in my case at ten and, what’s more,
it was never learnt properly by the use of old teaching systems based on
learning grammar and more grammar by heart without improving the other three
skills.
As a result
of that unreasonable teaching method all the knowledge people acquired was
quickly forgotten……
So, after
eight years of English studies I did know almost nothing about the language. At
the age of eighteen, the military service put an end in my studies and after
that I had to decide between carry on with my studies or started working. Die
was cast!
My first job…..
It was not
difficult for me to take a decision, money was more necessary at home and
learning English wasn’t as important as earning money at that time.
It’s for that I went to Madrid where an
interesting job was waiting for me.
That was the first time I needed English to talk to someone. I had to talk to
my colleagues in Switzerland every day for half an hour, time in which, apart
from work issues, we had time to tell jokes each other.
To tell you
the truth, we preferred telling jokes rather than working!!
Leaving Madrid
Time went by
and after two years and a half I left Madrid. I couldn’t stand living such
stressful life, always running here and there. Every place was overcrowded, the
tram, the restaurants, parks, and my heart. My poor heart was suffering, filled
with all things I had left behind, my family, my girlfriend, my boat and my
friend for life, the sea. So when my heart ordered my mind to come back to Alicante,
a shiver went down my spine and my whole body ran to buy the tickets to the
train station.
I left Madrid
buy I gave up practising English too, once more.
From that
moment a big gap in my studies was waiting for me, but I will carry on telling
you more in the second part of my particular race.
Vicent
I have to confess that, tired of being surrounded by bad news about how our civil rights are being trampled in my country, my mind has not taken too much time to decide to write about something different, something that makes me happy every day, something that fills my life with new sensations and hopes, this is what I have called my race towards English.
ReplyDeleteLet me tell you how English came INto my life…….
You know that, forty years ago, Spain was a country where people didn’t [] learn languages very well, learning English was not important at all, so people started studying English very late, in my case at ten and, what’s more, it was never learnt properly BECAUSE OF the use of old teaching systems based on learning grammar and more grammar by heart without improving the other three skills.
As a result of that unreasonable teaching method all the knowledge people acquired was quickly forgotten……
So, after eight years of English studies I KNEW almost nothing about the language. At the age of eighteen, the military service put an end TO my studies and after that I had to decide between carryING on with my studies or startING TO work. THE die was cast!
My first job…..
It was not difficult for me to MAKE a decision, money was more necessary at home and learning English wasn’t as important as earning money at that time.
For that REASON I went to Madrid where an interesting job was waiting for me. That was the first time I needed English to talk to someone. I had to talk to my colleagues in Switzerland every day for half an hour, time in which, apart from work issues, we had time to tell jokes TO each other.
To tell you the truth, we preferred telling jokes rather than working!!
Leaving Madrid
Time went by and after two-AND-A-HALF years I left Madrid. I couldn’t stand living such A stressful life, always running here and there. Every place was overcrowded, the tram, the restaurants, parks, and my heart. My poor heart was suffering, filled with all THE things I had left behind, my family, my girlfriend, my boat and my friend for life, the sea. So when my heart ordered my mind to GO back to Alicante, a shiver went down my spine and my whole body ran TO THE TRAIN STATION to buy the tickets.
I left Madrid buy I gave up practising English too, once more.
From that moment a big gap in my studies was waiting for me, but I will carry on telling you more in the second part of my particular race.
Well done, Vicent. I'm looking forward to part II.
Thanx you Matt. I will try to write it today.
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