November 8, 2010
I’d like to share with you my anxiety about the Day X, which is approaching. To be precise these are two days actually – the 19th and the 20th of November. On that dates I’ll take my exam in Spanish as a Foreign Language, called DELE (an equivalent to TOEFL exam in English or DELF/DALF in French). It may sound ridiculous, especially taking into consideration my vast experience in sitting for exams, but I feel unusually nervous. The reason for such state of mind can be a lack of language practice, because normally I do not use Spanish as much as I use English. Besides, a huge gap in studying Spanish (I quit learning it as soon as I entered university) resulted in lack of self-confidence when talking to native speakers, which I experienced to the full during my trip to Spain in summer. So my decision was to practice Castilian as much as I could. My role model was a famous football trainer Jose Mourinho, who studied Italian 5 hours each day during a couple of months just in order to be able to communicate with press and football fans. And I bet Mr Mourinho is far busier person than I am!
During 2 months of thorough preparation I watched a dozen of films of Pedro Almodóvar, read a couple of Spanish books in the original, which under other circumstances I would have never dared to read. By the way, one of them, called “My last breath”, an autobiography belonging to the scandalous Spanish director of the XX century – Luis Buñuel – was a real discovery for me. I would highly recommend it to everyone who is interested in surrealism and its conception.
All in all I ended up having dreams where all conversations were held in Spanish. Dear Diary, I may seem to you a little bit obsessed, but this is how it usually goes when I am truly interested in what I do.
Thank you, my silent friend, for listening carefully and not interrupting the flow of words. I only hope my confessions didn’t wear you out…and if they did, I bet next entry will be much more entertaining!
Very truly yours,