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.

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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; Othello teaching me about the notions of a tragedy, and how a villain, sometimes, is never defeated in a story. My prototype I had developed for novels, stories, and writing itself had really shattered as the curriculum went in a different path - not a more open one - but a more diverse one. That really helped me break out of the limited stand point I was in. I was always thinking, "it is either this or that", but really it's not "this or that", it's "this, this, this...". 

It was a lot harder to transition to this style of thinking and I really show that when I write my essays with a mix of quite literally everything, loosing track of of all my ideas as the the keys just continued to click; however, this transition, I hope, will make me somewhat of a better writer because I am learning a different side of English, one I low-key look forward to. 

When you start building perspective on something you though you could never do, it opens up so many realties in other areas, and really makes you wonder:

What else is stopping me?


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