You know you’re a language student when you..

 

• You can’t tell someone where the town hall is but you do know what the plusquamperfekt is.

• You are constantly swapping being English or french or Spanish or German and sometimes you just need a sit down. 

• Your friends will just ask you to ‘speak French then’ which involves saying ‘what shall I say?’ But in French. 

• You are now perfectly happy to have cheese and bread for dinner because soooo European. 

• You get a bit too excited when you see a foreign word that looks like an English word. 

• You suddenly realise how many weird expressions and idioms are in English. 

• When you go to Spain you are families personal tour guide and translator (because obviously you know EVERYTHING) .

• You get kind of confused and annoyed when you see signs or slogans in English (when you’re in another country because that’s tooooo easy). 

• When you’re studying people asking you questions in English really fucks with your brain.

• You have been know to say ‘oui’, ‘Si’ or ‘ja’ in response to questions. 

• Your mum will see a foreign word and turn and ask ‘ooh what does that word mean?’. 

• You probably know more about the politics or culture of the country you’re studying than you do about your home country. 

• You find yourself deconstructing  people’s German sentences to see if it’s ‘akkusativ’ or not. 

• You can’t help it dabble in other languages, like a little linguistic butterfly.

• You probably cannot answer the question ‘ooh what you gunna do after studying?’.

• Sometimes  you spend a but too much time staring at an English word because you’ve got a bit confused.

• You own perhaps too many dictionaries (probably because as soon your mum found out you’ll study French she bought all the pocket dictionaries that Oxfam had).

• You finally know what the Spanish words on bottles of red wine mean. 

• You start to realise how stupidly simple English is. 

• You try to read foreign magazines but you’re not bothered because you don’t know who any of the celebrities are anyway.

Love Robyn