My Experience as a Second-Hand Englisher
It's true; English is my second language. I learned it towards the beginning of third grade when I first came to the United States and picked it up really quickly. The accent stayed for about two more months before it disappeared. Then an eight year journey, till now, as I write this blog post. Through the eight years, I started to not only think in English, but forget so many of the other languages I learned. The language had this overwhelming capability to just take over your life; not give you any other options other than having you in the palm of its hand. It was either I had to analyze a piece for its figurative language, or read the best books to put me in a better place for the AP exam. English was test that I though had to pass, so I just studied what I needed to pass. English became powerless over this semester. Odepius introduced me to play writing, something I never really knew existed; the Stranger taught me about new character styles I would have never wondered; Oth...