I have come to California to visit my west coast family; a family that possesses no wireless internet, meaning, by the time the world is able to read this たまご, the sentence should read, “I went to California…”
During this trip, I have realized a couple things about my Japanese language acquisition. The first being how very grateful I am I got a hold of four hours of recorded Japanese テレビ [TV] literally just hours before departure. Being thirty minutes from town with a lack of internet connection takes a major shot at the depth of your supplies.
A larger lesson learned was on the very first day of my journey.
This was not only my first time flying on an airplane by my onesie, but also the first time flying on an airplane period. As you can imagine, after being grounded for twenty-two years of life, my adrenaline levels were tuned up a squib-bit. In fear of getting stranded in the town of the sludgy Broncos, I was not too focused on studying Japanese. I still had the buds pumping in my side-head-holes; I merely was not paying much attention. Of course, I made sure to follow along with the flight attendant’s English instructions at the beginning of the main flight using the Japanese texts provided in the emergency manuals. Between a rather lengthy speed-walk to catch a next flight, a four-hour wait until another, and the three flights themselves, before my last plane could land, my mp3 had conked. No more Japanese.
As the long day came to a close, I was finally able to get settled at my old, dilapidated Granola Bar’s [ばあちゃん]. I got my laptop plugged-in, the テレビ turned on, and after a day of virtually no Japanese, at long last I was able to reunite with my precious. When I did, I found I had an increased readiness and willingness to pay attention to the programs’ speech. More so than usual!
I have a couple ideas as to why this occurrence occurred.
I almost constantly am within ear’s reach of Japanese audio. Either my brain hears it so much it starts to regard the audio as unimportant and tunes out the Japanese, or, my brain breathes it like oxygen and when it gets cut off it acts like it’s suffocating until it’s able to gasp a big gulp of fresh air.
Whichever it is, I believe there is something remedially beneficial to taking breaks, allowing your brain time to recharge and soak in the materials you’ve been studying. Obviously, I think you should be turned on more than the counter. You can’t soak in anything if you have nothing to soak in. Perhaps, like a cell phone, there is a way to be plugged-in, recharging while remaining power-on. I’m sure that probably includes incorporating a wider variety of activities with Japanese interactions, such as things so simple, you don’t notice you’re studying.
I think occasionally I will test this out, see if it actually helps, or was just my jet-lagged imagination.
Do you have any experience or knowledge on this subject? Let us know in a comment or by shooting me some electronic mail.