Hola amigos, sólo quería mandarles un mensaje rapidito para contarles de lo chistoso que es mi familia--
Just kidding-- I promised I wouldn't do a whole blog post in Spanish! Hopefully I haven't scared anyone away with a confusing foreign language intro *soplando besos* This idea was inspired by @mrsmica Michelle Ristuccia who has my kind of humor hehe.
ANYWAYYY, in my last blog post, I mentioned that some of my family was visiting from Miami and Costa Rica. I'm happy to say that so far, everyone's having a fabulous time, yay!!
I also mentioned in passing that my first language was Spanish. I've gotten a couple of emails, comments and tweets about my idioma materno, so I figured what better way to further procrastinate revisions than to post a blog about it! After all, this is my blog and it's totally random, as the header states. So I shall blog about totally random things! *tosses confetti*
More Than Anyone Wanted to Know About Diana's Linguistics:
To be clear, my first language was Spanish, but my best language is English. Here's how it happened in my case:
Because of my grandfather's work, my mom went to high school both in Costa Rica and the United States. My mom lived in Miami when she found out I was coming along. She went back to Costa Rica to be with her mom while she was pregnant with me. I'm her first kid, so that seems reasonable.
We moved permanently to the United States when I was two years old. My mom spoke to me in both languages until around kindergarten, at which point it was English only. She read to me A LOT in English.
I never went through ESL classes.
I don't speak with an accent in either language. I'm good at faking accents though *grins*
I dream in English. I think in English. Except if I spend a long time talking in Spanish. Then wonky things happen.
***side note*** Long-time blog followers might have come across a post or two that mention that I was teased and bullied as a kid. If not, now ya know. I was teased and bullied as a kid.
A lot of the bullying happened from issues that are difficult to explain; a lot of it was from my own awkwardness (which, of course, bullying only perpetuated); and a lot of it probably stemmed from me not looking like the peer groups I felt a kinship with and tried to belong to.
This, in part, led to me resenting myself, my heritage, my language, etc. I refused to speak Spanish for a loooooong time. I took French all through high school (and incidentally, I fell in love with the language) and no surprise, I was emotionally mixed up as a teen.
Shocker, right? A YA writer who didn't have a peachy teen experience ~wow and gasp... so original~ :P
Anyway, I don't bring a lot of "issues" onto my blog (I don't think) but bullying is one I try to be open about. Because it sucks. ***end side note***
So, as a kid I didn't want to have anything to do with Spanish.
By the time I got to college, I swung to the opposite end of the spectrum, and became kind of engulfed in learning about my cultura nativa. I minored in Spanish, read Spanish literature, wrote papers in Spanish. I'm the queen of typos two languages.
All through college I was a bilingual instructional aide. I spent three solid hours a day speaking Spanish. Much wonkiness happened in my brain.
There ya have it. More than you wanted to know? Yeah, that's what I thought.
I love having a blog.