As I mentioned a while back, I decided to stop speaking English for the remainder of my erasmus. Yesterday evening, I had my last ever erasmus class (well, that was really on Monday, seeing as for yesterday’s class we just went to the Christmas market, but anyway). Seeing as that marked the end of erasmus (I’ve finished all my exams bar one not very significant one tomorrow – ahh, nearly forgot it was tomorrow…), I decided to let myself speak English again, starting at about 6pm.
It was interesting. A few people had almost forgotten I spoke English, and thought it was bizarre to hear me speak it again, once they realised. I surprised myself by not struggling to remember every word I needed, which happened regularly after being immersed in Spanish for a few months. It was seventy full days since I quit speaking English. Granted, I obviously spoke it on certain occasions – Skype calls, having visitors, meeting up with people from my home college, language exchanges, randomly enough bumping into new Irish people and sometimes on occasions where English-speakers I hadn’t told about my silly plan popped up. So there were about two weeks within that where abstaining from English was largely ignored. For the rest of it though, was it actually worth it?
Well for starters, I spoke far more French than I would have if I didn’t decide to do this, which for me makes it worthwhile. I also resorted to other languages more often, and even learned or revised a little bit of Spanish, Irish, German (klar!), Chinese (nǐ hǎo was all I picked up, but it’s a start), Japanese, and possibly some Italian (io non parlo italiano).
Attempting to speak the language, while not resulting in fantastic improvements in my level of French, at least made me less embarrassed about trying to speak it, and most of all made it much easier for me to respond any time a French person magically appeared and said something to me in French. Previously, when I was used to using English, simply responding to a basic question or greeting was far more challenging, as I wasn’t thinking in French at all, so I’d have to take a moment to register what language was actually being spoken to me, and then my brain would have to switch to that language, and form a response. By which time the other person would probably have said something like “ah you don’t speak French”, and then said whatever they’d originally said in English. If you’ve ever tried to speak the local language of a place when it’s not your native one, you’ll know that once this happens, there is almost never any going back.
Which basically made me go down this route in the first place. This and the fact that, even though I can never seem to lie about the fact that I speak English if someone asks me (despite responding in their language anyway, to sort of hint at the fact that maybe I’d like to continue speaking that language please please please), avoiding speaking English at least made it easier to keep speaking French, even when native speakers of it kept responding to me in English. As soul-crushing as it was, I at least got to practise speaking it, even if I didn’t get to try and improve my comprehension of it often.
Another benefit was that when erasmus students with really good English realised I was speaking French to Irish people, it probably made them more inclined to speak French to me rather than English. And they’re often easier to understand than native speakers, because they usually speak more slowly, and get it when you have no idea how to express what you’re trying to say, often even knowing exactly what you’re trying to say even when you don’t have the exact words. We’re like, telepathic or something, I don’t know.
A major, and very obvious negative aspect of the whole ordeal however, was simply not being able to speak. I could communicate, obviously, but not as quickly or accurately as I’d have liked, without throwing in a couple of English words now and then. But that in itself sort of pushes you to improve. Or at the very least, it makes you more aware of what you need to learn – if you can’t say a certain basic word in French, maybe you should look it up next time you get a chance.
Your personality changes a bit when you speak a different language too. So I was mainly la Sarah française since the start of October, aside from the odd outburst of Irishness in the form of exclamations like “shite” and “jaysus”. It’s far more difficult to joke in French too, when you’re not fluent in it, which is a shame, but sometimes attempts at speaking French or weird phrasing end up funny in themselves, so that cancels it out somewhat.
If I was to go back in time, I’d still do the same – it was difficult, but I would have found erasmus more difficult if I’d continued with what I’d done in September and spoken loads of English. If it was possible, I’d have done my erasmus with no other native English speakers, but that was either not at all possible, or extremely close to impossible, and I didn’t think of going as far as asking the people in charge of my erasmus placement to just send me to any French-speaking area within Europe where they thought there would be the least amount of English speakers, please and thanks, despite that being my priority when making my erasmus choices. English speakers are cool though, so it’s nice that I did get to know a few of them while here.