Learning Italian has been on my agenda for a loooong time.
It’s sort of natural to be drawn to things that are part of your heritage, I guess. (And, uh, at the risk of sounding like a ridiculous literary nerd, I would reeeeally like to read The Divine Comedy in its original language).
One of the colleges nearby me started offering Italian as an online credit course.
I did a little research about language learning (wanted to study linguistics for awhile) and came to find out that classes are considered a pretty ineffective way to learn a language. (Doesn’t everybody know someone who took language classes all through high school and can’t remember a single thing about it?)
Considering that this class was going to cost me money (a substance that I am sadly not made of), I had to think about it. I took a year of Spanish in college already, but my boyfriend at the time was from El Salvador and those two classes were pretty much THE easiest school-related thing I’ve done in my life.
Long story short, I signed up for it. And since finding an Italian boyfriend is pretty much out of the question, I think I’m just out of luck.
Language-learning works best by immersion, they say.
I can testify to that, I think, because I tried to teach myself Italian through that method awhile back (listening to Italian radio, watching movies with Italian subtitles, listening to Italian audiobooks) and I picked up quite a bit of it. (LingQ is what I was using. If you have an interest in language, check it out.)
Okay, well…I learned more doing THAT than I have in the monotonous vocabulary exercises that this class demands. It’s a lot of work (read: a lot of BUSY work), without much reward.
But I’m going to keep at it. Because as always, it’s possible I’m just being pessimistic. =\ 14 months ago