Reflections

I like speaking English, well actually I like talking. It doesn't really matter whether it is in Spanish, English or French. And I think that is exactly why learning English at the University was mainly an enjoyable experience. Because it is the one class in which I’m able to relax most of the time chatting and listening to my classmates' different points of view. I also loved the fact that we could lose the thread of conversation and it didn't matter as long as we were speaking English. In fact I think that the schedule should rather be based on conversations and learning how to verbalize rather than the listening and blogs that we had to do. Don't get me wrong, I liked those too. But I think they should be less important given that, at least for me, the moments in which I learned more were the actual classes. I believe that it turned over that way because it is precisely during those instances of conversation that all the doubts pop up. And it is easier to remember an expression that has always caused you trouble if you have a context to bound it up with. At least for me (again).
Now I'm realizing that everything is coming to an end and, despite the fact that I really learned here, one thing that scares me is that I don't feel really prepared to throw myself into the world speaking English. I guess that six months are not enough to make me feel ready, especially if I spent two years in which I left English aside. However, I appreciate this term that allowed me to enchant myself with the language again. I am certain that, in life, the more skills you have, the more job offers you get. And it is clear that being able to express oneself in English is one important key to success.