I love learning Mandarin. Love it, love it, love it.
I felt a little sad today, when I realized it would end next month. So I thought about getting the Rosetta Stone program, because sometimes spending money makes me feel better. A friend of mine called it ‘the best marketed program out there.’
Well, I let the kid at Northgate Mall give me his best Rosetta Stone pitch, but I left without buying it. I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong.
Eventually, though, the end result of operant conditioning is not language acquisition; at best, I would become really good at the Rosetta Stone task itself. Maybe it could support the language acquisition that’s already happening, but there is no evidence that anything could help (or even have any impact at all) on the instinctual process that takes every human child from zero to relative clauses in six years with negligible explicit instruction.
You better check out Other One Spoon if you think that explicit correction and teaching has any effect on language development.
Today I bought a bagel sandwich for breakfast. One of them looked like wheat, so I said, “Is this wheat?” and the lady said happily, “Yah, but they’re so good, you can’t taste that there’s any wheat at all!”
Anyway, you know how I feel about bagels, but it was that or no breakfast at all.
I do have to admit that the post-diahrreah relief and euphoria was acute.