Dear Language Learner Who Cries At Night,
Sorry for not writing to you earlier. Life was busy, the Internet was full. All of us forget about that special, quiet person from time to time. But I know how you feel.
In weeks and months to come, you will sigh, cry, and dispair some more. You will hate your Anki deck, your might want to shred your notes to pieces, you will put your dictionaries up for sale or donate them to the closest library. There will be no job post for someone whose biggest achievement is mastering Wilamowicean, your better half will hate your Skype friends of opposite sex and KPop will have lost its appeal.
But let me tell you something. Those shreded notes? – they’ll become a colorful confetti over the most English breakfast and the most Japanese lunch you’ll ever eat. The dictionaries will be the beginning of a new polyglot study group at that local library of yours – maybe you should pay them a visit? And the job post you’ll create for yourself one day will earn you enough money that someday you will go teary at a karaoke bar somewhere in Asia, hearing the first song in Korean you mastered lyrics to.
There are many people out there, whom you meet online and share your passions with. They cry over their languages too, you know? Maybe they shall visit you one day? People who are like you have tired eyes sometimes, be there for them. Write e-mails like this and tell them how awesome they are. Be a good ambassador or a good host. Reach out. All the bloggers want is to hear from their readers, know they have an impact.
You’re having an impact too, Dear Language Learner Who Cries At Night, not only with every Anki deck you share and every language exchange over Skype you have and each piece at Lang-8 you checked – but also with every dictionary you sold, every notebook you tore and every break-up you lived through.
Please gather the confetti. And throw a party, alone, sobbing.
Then we need to know your name. Tweet it, blog it, vlog it, in any language you want – let us now. We’d be delighted to share our old textbooks with you and embark on much happier adventures ahead.
Agnieszka “Mizuu” Gorońska