Take Me Somewhere Else
Let’s face it – the world has grown. And, thanks to the internet, that world that we once knew outside of our doors has grown exponentially inside the house as well. You can sit in your underwear in Arkansas and be talking to someone in their underwear across the miles somewhere in Egypt. There’s one thing you don’t have in common…you don’t speak the same language. Lucky for you, the guy in Egypt knows English.
The truth is a lot of people know English as an alternate language. They learn the vocabulary when they’re young along with their native language. In today’s world it’s beneficial to know more than just English in the United States. You’ll get farther ahead in the work force if your tongue can slide different languages off of it. I encourage young people that I know with children to teach those children Spanish (we’re in Florida). Florida’s second language is fast approaching the double digits percentage wise. Major cities in Texas (Houston and San Antonio, for example) already have almost half their population speaking Spanish.
I’m not exactly sure why there are some people totally against learning a different language. The most common phrase I hear is, “When you’re in America…you have to speak English”. The truth is, when the pilgrims separated from the British…the native language of this rock we now call the United States used to be Native American. There were Indians here. I wasn’t there when settlement began, but I’m pretty sure the language of the people wasn’t English. Some people forget that WE are all immigrants, except for those born Native American.
English is a hodge-podge of different languages. You can’t order food somewhere without throwing a French word in there (yes…I’ll have the au gratin potatoes). You can’t go to the doctor without them finding something within you with a Latin name (You seem to have Staphylococcus Aureus from those potatoes…but you’ll live), or Greek encounters (I may live, but I’m having hallucinations). English isn’t really English, it’s everything all mixed into one. So remember that the next time you go into a spiel (which is Yiddish) that Americans only speak English, Amigo.
I’m not saying that you have to learn a different language other than the English you’re ripping to shreds in every day speech and on texts. I’m just saying it would be nice if everyone in America would know another language besides English. Even instruction manuals come in four or five different languages now. And not everyone you meet will be in America. You should really learn to adapt. This is no longer your father’s era. Immigrants coming into America should know English just as much as Americans going to Greece should know how to speak Greek fluently. It’s not going to happen.
Why can’t we all just get along?