foreign language.

i only have about 30 minutes before Dianna kicks me out of school, so i will try to organize my thoughts correctly the first time.

learning a foreign language is really strange. alex and i joked about it once and the truth that lies within our fairly rude statements hold more truth than you might think.

we were kidding around one night about how we were growing weary of fighting the language barrier. there are momments of great personal success and there are momments that crush your spirit.
we said something to the effect of, "its almost like youre speaking a real language, only weirder." this probably doesnt make sense to you. we were saying that Italian is like a language that twins teach eachother; the two of them know what they are saying but no one else does.
alex and i - actually anyone that goes to a foreign country to learn a language - are that "someone else".
i spend all my time making nioses that have equivalent meanings to an entire race of other people. all the time when i go out, i have to make strange noises -horribly pronounced and often corrected- noises that other people understand and can reproduce with infinitely greater esae than me. all the time i make noise that people understand. i have no choice but to make sounds that means the same thing in english.

would you like to try this? i think this might be fun for you.
next time you go out, anywhere -to dinner, to a friend's house or if you encounter a friend on the street or ask for directions- just start making sounds. not words that will have any specific meaning to the person you are trying to communicate with, just sounds.
maybe words out of order or perhaps primordial grunts and gestures; anything besides words that the other person would or could possibly understand.
welcome to the world of the exchange student.