Being taught English.

Judging by the title, you may think this blog is going to be about me teaching someone English, and boy, are you wrong! It's actually the exact opposite, its about Len teaching me! Over the past few days or so I stopped and thought about just how good Lenin's English has been getting recently. When I first met him, he was pretty fluent. He didn't know the name of a few little things, but for the most part was pretty good. Now, after having a relationship with me (the supposed native speaker) and being in Canada for six months he has become pretty fluent, and get this, he is even correcting and helping me now! Here are some examples:

The other day I was in the kitchen and Lenin wanted me to get him a glass so he could get some water. Simple enough, no? Not really thinking about it, I pass him a mug. He looks at me, both surprised and confused.

"This is not a glass, its a mug."

Me, confused. "What do you mean, this is a..a.. well I guess yeah, your right, it is a mug."

"Milenita, learn english." Len says with a big smile on his face.

I couldn't believe it! My boyfriend just gave me an English lesson! I was impressed, and proud to say the least that he feels so confident in his skills.

And it doesn't stop there, not only is he correcting me, but hes also using English expressions in his day-to-day speech. This morning, we were having breakfast and discussing something and he said to me, and then he said "Man, that guy must be eating his words right now."

Anyone who has learned or is learning a different language knows how challenging even the most simplest of sentences could be, so I am beyond excited for Len that he can now use phrases, and words in a more conceptual way, instead of only being able to use/understand the concrete meaning of a word. 

Proud of you Len!