@aran! Further to the previous emotions of swimming in cottage cheese and strolling downhill to the pub, I have just been floored by a new one.
Whilst I was waiting for the new level three, I embarked on the old courses. I have just finished course three, and I am so utterly SAD to have done so - with a proper tug in my middles!
I feel like my best friend left!
Interestingly, my rational brain is telling me that there is the new level three to move on to, plus all the recapping I promised myself (but have really got the hang of just moving on, so have never gone back), and that there will be so much more to do, and that is fact, so why the sadness?
I’ve just suddenly come to realise that good learning processes might, or even, must elicit emotional responses in us.
You probably knew that, didn’t you?
But now, my learning world has been blown open AGAIN!
When the kids were learning to speak, I remember reading an article (parenting skills via google, oh help me) about language acquisition and wild toddler emotions. The author suggested that whilst the gates are open to absorb language, there cannot be controls or filters for emotions, and that the lack of emotional regulation is necessary for optimum wordiness.
At the time, it helped me survive the absolute wildbeast state of small children… but what if this stuff applies to learning language as an adult? Or learning anything at all?
What if my utter sadness (in the face of evidence that suggests I should feel otherwise) is my brain being unable to clamp down on such feelings as it normally would, because it has been swamped with Welsh?
Did I feel a little bit sad because I had finished, but found it hard to keep that feeling in its proper perspective, because those normal checks were folded up and put out the back for a short while?
Is one of the biggest hurdles to sucking up a language not what we think it is - the actual learning of words and patterns, but the easing away of our emotional safeguards that stop us going over the top as adults?
What if there are only two choices - absorb language OR listen to your inner critic?
Not that I’m suggesting that we all turn into toy lobbing narcissists or anything…
Reading this back suggests to me that my sadness has been mitigated somewhat by a bit of overexcitement.
Oh, and I really like being swamped in Welsh!