sige, kilatisin natin ang article niya.
"MANILA, Philippines — English is the language of learning. I’ve known this since before I could go to school. As a toddler, my first study materials were a set of flash cards that my mother used to teach me the English alphabet.
My mother made home conducive to learning English: all my storybooks and coloring books were in English, and so were the cartoons I watched and the music I listened to. She required me to speak English at home. She even hired tutors to help me learn to read and write in English.
In school I learned to think in English. We used English to learn about numbers, equations and variables. With it we learned about observation and inference, the moon and the stars, monsoons and photosynthesis. With it we learned about shapes and colors, about meter and rhythm. I learned about God in English, and I prayed to Him in English.
Filipino, on the other hand, was always the ‘other’ subject — almost a special subject like PE or Home Economics, except that it was graded the same way as Science, Math, Religion, and English. My classmates and I used to complain about Filipino all the time. Filipino was a chore, like washing the dishes; it was not the language of learning. It was the language we used to speak to the people who washed our dishes.
We used to think learning Filipino was important because it was practical: Filipino was the language of the world outside the classroom. It was the language of the streets: it was how you spoke to the tindera when you went to the tindahan, what you used to tell your katulong that you had an utos, and how you texted manong when you needed “sundo na.â€
These skills were required to survive in the outside world, because we are forced to relate with the tinderas and the manongs and the katulongs of this world. If we wanted to communicate to these people — or otherwise avoid being mugged on the jeepney — we needed to learn Filipino.
That being said though, I was proud of my proficiency with the language. Filipino was the language I used to speak with my cousins and uncles and grandparents in the province, so I never had much trouble reciting.
It was the reading and writing that was tedious and difficult. I spoke Filipino, but only when I was in a different world like the streets or the province; it did not come naturally to me. English was more natural; I read, wrote and thought in English. And so, in much of the same way that I learned German later on, I learned Filipino in terms of English. In this way I survived Filipino in high school, albeit with too many sentences that had the preposition ‘ay.’"
>>> He is just relating his experience here
as a kid. You cannot fault him for anything above kasi yan ang turo at kinalakihan niya
noong bata siya. Anyone who does is just being stupid kasi nga nagkwekwento lang siya.
"It was really only in university that I began to grasp Filipino in terms of language and not just dialect. Filipino was not merely a peculiar variety of language, derived and continuously borrowing from the English and Spanish alphabets; it was its own system, with its own grammar, semantics, sounds, even symbols.
But more significantly, it was its own way of reading, writing, and thinking. There are ideas and concepts unique to Filipino that can never be translated into another. Try translating bayanihan, tagay, kilig or diskarte.
Only recently have I begun to grasp Filipino as the language of identity: the language of emotion, experience, and even of learning. And with this comes the realization that I do, in fact, smell worse than a malansang isda. My own language is foreign to me: I speak, think, read and write primarily in English. To borrow the terminology of Fr. Bulatao, I am a split-level Filipino."
>>>> When he got into a bigger school (university) mas naintindihan niya at na-appreciate yung filipino language. he even
hates himself because his own language is foreign to him ( i smell worse than...).
"But perhaps this is not so bad in a society of rotten beef and stinking fish. For while Filipino may be the language of identity, it is the language of the streets. It might have the capacity to be the language of learning, but it is not the language of the learned."
>>>> Totoo naman talaga na language of the learned ang english. It may not be right but that is how society percieves it to be (i myself dont find it right). case in point, watch "cono drivers" on youtube.
"It is neither the language of the classroom and the laboratory, nor the language of the boardroom, the court room, or the operating room."
>>>> True.
"It is not the language of privilege. I may be disconnected from my being Filipino, but with a tongue of privilege I will always have my connections"
>>>> He is being arrogant here. At the same time,
he admits that he is disconnected from being Filipino. It means that
inversely, if you dont want to be arrogant, you should be connected with your filipino self. The
key to understanding is
he admits he is disconnected.
In finality, the article is poorly written and didnt convey the message he wanted. However, the message is true and you really cant be mad about the article. Thats just plain stupid.
What can we expect, eh high school pa lang ang nagsulat
