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James Quinn's avatar

Brings back fond memories of my early army days (1967-68) learning Mandarin at the Defense Language Institute, West Coast branch in Monterey, CA. We had classes six hours a day with a different instructor each hour, most if not all of whom were refugees who had fled the mainland during the communist takeover. They were a very mixed lot, but my favorite was a former governess from Shanghai named Lily Woo (Woo Tai Tai). She had been governess to a French diplomat’s family and spoke fluent French. Having taken a number of years of French myself in school, in my early weeks with her, reaching for something non-English, I often found myself using French instead of Chinese, at which point she would always fix me with a faux sternness, and say “Guan" (my classroom name, being close to Quinn) "GwoYu, GwoYu" (Mandarin).

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William Bracey's avatar

Your four requirements for learning a language as a an adult miss a critical fifth: opportunity for use. I first learned German in high school 1969 -72. I worked in Germany for three months in 1985, and since then have corresponded with friends in German, joined German Saturday classes at nearby Lutheran churches, read some German nearly every day, listened to German radio first via short wave and now via podcasts, and yet my command of the language is still, fifty years later, mediocre. The missing key is the opportunity to use it regularly in conversation. I belong to a club where we speak German once a month for an hour. Compare that to Europeans that must use it daily at work or dealing with random tourists. Not only that. In Dresden earlier this week I heard teenagers exercising their English with one another. Just this evening in Prague I sat next to a Czech couple that recieved German friends at their table, and spoke in...English. We Americans have nothing that compares.

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