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Moving Beyond the Language Barrier Essay

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Nobody’s born with the language they speak today. Everyone is born with a clean tongue that is transformed to make sounds and words that are native to their homeland and people they were raised by. Language can’t be described as a trait, like the color of your skin or the width of your shoulders. When society discriminates against individuals that speak differently, they are judging them based on how they were raised and how they were taught to speak, people don’t see them as just a person that didn’t have a choice of how they wanted to communicate, and conformed to fit into a puzzle of a whole area of people that sound the same way. I believe that people are molded by experience and adapt to the environment they were placed in. Life is …show more content…

When people come from other countries to America, they usually come for a better life and they know in the back of their head that they’re going to put some effort fourth to assimilate to their new surroundings. I know it’s extremely difficult for foreigners to try and assimilate to English speaking people and I have experienced some of the struggle between the two parties, one party being myself. For the past 3 years I have associated myself with a Russian family that came from Russia looking for a better life for their two sons.

When I fist started going out with my boyfriend Aaron I didn’t know what I was getting myself into, holiday dinners where everyone speaks Russian, and telling me that I should learn the language; what? were in America, they should learn how to speak better English, this is what I’m thinking when they half mindedly insult me, because I don’t know Russian. Aaron’s mother so generously translates everything her relatives are saying, but I still don’t understand, because of her thick accent and the way she pieces her words together to makes sentences. I feel so ashamed and belittled by these people, because most of them know two languages and I don’t. My favorite part about these little celebrations, is excusing myself from the table and the agony my ears feel from being trapped in a room with random noises and expressions

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