Italians and language learning.
I’ve heard this comment many times from my Italian students. It basically goes ‘Italians are not very good at/incapable of learning other languages’. Well, I have an appropriate response to this oft made comment: ‘bollocks’ (si equivala approssimante a ‘palle’ in italiano, credo).
Sorry about the slight vulgarity, but sometimes it is one of the best ways to get your message across.
Italians are just as capable as anyone else of learning other languages, indeed, Italy has quite a multi-lingual population.
In Italy, as opposed to the UK, I’ve met loads of people who speak a second or a third language. French and Spanish are common second languages, as are English and German, and that is without mentioning all the various dialects which exist here, some of which are considered to be genuine languages separate from Italian, I should point out.
So come on all you Italian language students, basta negatività, as the Nike ad goes ‘just do it’. All you need is some motivation and application and it can be done. Yes, I know some are more ‘portati’ (gifted/naturally able) than others, but ‘where there’s a will, there’s a way’, to coin an old English saying.
To see what Italian’s are capable of take a look at Rob’s blog Wind Rose Hotel and you will see just how well an Italian can write in English. And Rob is by no means alone, I can assure you. There is a young lady I know called Caterina who speaks English fantastically well. There are many others too.
So, saying Italians cannot learn other languages is absolute, total, and utter bollocks.
Climbs down from soap box.
Creative juices
Trying to design activities for teaching people how to use English in meetings and discussions situations. Coming up with something original, enjoyable and effective is not at all easy, I can tell you. Thinking of using football as a theme in some way. It’s difficult to find an Italian who does not like the game, so you can play on this at times to get, all male, classes talking for hours. And they do do all the talking. I know sweet nothing about the game, apart from the fact that you use a ball and that people quite like fighting about it. Bit like religon in some ways, is football. Good excuse for a bust up. I digress. Anyway using footy as a subject is just about a dead cert in terms of gererating interest. Think I will explore this avenue. Puts thinking cap on.
Then there is the fact that my mind seems to grind to a halt once the temperature soars over 35°c, which means the interface between the thinking cap and my dear old grey matter gets all sweaty and all those creative impulses disappear down the waterfall that is my forehead.
Time to entertain the baby. Must go.
