I haven’t always had a great relationship with English language. To be completely honest with you there was a time when I used to hate it. I believe, I strongly believe that teachers are important and that they can determine not only your learning pattern but also the relationship you have with a given subjects. For the first five years in school (as you remember I had to repeat last year) I had the misfortune to have one of the dumbest English teachers ever. She was following her scheme and the only person who was worth to be heard was one of my classmates who began studying English when she was five or six.
The rest was on the average, I was even below. She used to tell me that I was awful, that my pronunciation was horrible and that I should have changed foreign language altogether. Although I used to love literature I stopped studying because it was basically useless since she decided that I wasn’t good enough. My parents sent me to a lady for remedial English lessons and that was probably the best thing they could have done for me.
I. not only was very patient, but she managed to get me involved again with the language. At that stage it didn’t really matter what my teacher said or did, I was just in love. Thanks I.! This is how teacher should be: they should manage to pass on their passion to the subject, like Prof A. from the first post of this series. After all, marks don’t really count in life!
But even better, when I had to repeat the last year, I had another teacher and he was thrilled with my English. He said I had a great pronunciation and that I was doing great. I was so happy then!
Then I moved to Ireland after my graduation and I started writing again.
For different reason I think I explained already somewhere I decided I wanted to write in English.
It’s hard, my grammar is not perfect and you can see from my posts as well that I’ll have to fight hard to hope to be published one day. But I want to make it. It’s my dream and I picked English as my writing language.
Despite my errors and my problems and, although it seems the opposite than I say, I feel more comfortable now in writing in English rather than Italian.
If I’ll even manage that, I won’t be the first author writing in a different language.
What can I say? Keep your fingers crossed for me!