The internet and language learning

I have a theory. Which I haven’t had a chance to test yet, but it’s fairly obvious and likely to be correct. Basically, the internet can be the most detrimental thing to a person’s language learning.

Hear me out.

I mean when abroad, in the country of their target language, it’ll be the internet which will slow down or inhibit their second language acquisition.

Obviously enough (duh Sarah), it will make you think in your native language, unless you never use the internet in your own language, which would be extremely rare. Say you’re a native English speaker. You go on Facebook – English! You check the news at home – English! You read your emails – English! You open Twitter – English! You Skype someone at home – English! You do almost anything – English! Every time you use the internet in these situations, you revert back to English, your comfort zone.

God Sarah this so obvious to anyone with any common sense why are you even blogging about it god.

I’m writing about this now because soon I’ll be moving continent for a few months, and doing my best to absorb and use as much Spanish as I can. But I’m going to want to keep in touch with people at home too. And that will have to be through English. Which will hinder my attempts to immerse myself in Spanish a lot.

So what can I do? Delete Facebook while I’m abroad? Delete Twitter? Ignore the world at home? Avoid reading my emails for months? Skype home less often? Okay so all of that would probably help but it would be likely to make me a lot more distant from my friends and family. And I don’t want that.

Solution (and maybe a challenge I can take up): Hugely limit my use of social networks while I’m away. That alone would probably help a lot, no matter how challenging it would be.

Then again, I don’t know what part of Argentina I’m going to yet. I might not have internet. Which would be awful. Or, in light of everything I’ve just written, would be the best thing that could happen… (I’ve jinxed it now, haven’t I?)

Hasta pronto,
Sarah

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Getting Stabbed

I got stabbed yesterday. Four times. Twice in each arm. It hurt.

Okay so they were injections but it was painful and for some reason I did actually bleed a lot. Just from one arm. The nurse, as she put it herself, hadn’t “a clue why” it was happening but I survived, and the wee stream of blood (which seemed to pour everywhere) didn’t land on my clothes – success!

Her explanation that the needle “might just have caught a capillary” on its way out made me feel very queasy, not gonna lie – I was fine with seeing the blood pumping out of me, but the mention of blood vessels, and the piercing of one made me light-headed. So I mentioned that I felt a little dizzy (I’d never been this bad with an injection before!) and she suggested that I lie down, soon followed by the “are you always this pale?” question. I’d say I was as white as a ghost, I’m such a wimp when it comes to needles!

I think four injections within the space of five or ten minutes was slightly too much for me to handle. That and bleeding for two of them. My god. Not good!

Two or three more to look forward to next Monday, but at least then they won’t be preceded by a trip to the orthodontist. Not a great day, just further confirmation that I was most definitely correct in avoiding careers like doctor, nurse, surgeon, dentist and orthodontist. I wouldn’t last a week!

Sarah