I think one of the most significant moments you can have as a language learner is when you know the meaning of a word, but you can’t explain it in your native language. Because, as frustrating as it may be, it does confirm that that particular language is carving out its own autonomous little nook of your brain.
i’m laughing out loud right now because some white person seriously saw that a black child was shot to death by police officers and that peaceful protestors were being teargassed and shot at with both real bullets and rubber bullets and thought “well…um that makes me really uncomfy so..maybe we could um…look at this drawing of a shark? ahah uwu”
This is so vague I love it. The voices you are hearing are real, god is speaking to you. The nation of France needs you. Don your armor, take up arms, lead the French army. This is your destiny, joan. When the flames come for you let them lick your bones and laugh.
Hmm. I don’t really have much education regarding this issue and my perspective is extremely distant and un-involved as it doesn’t affect me in the slightest. Better comment on it anyway, though. My voice must be heard.