• Rocío Decurgez

Soy Rocío: Finding the Motivation to Continue Learning

Hello! My name is Rocío Decurgez, I’m 20 years old and I live in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I’m a Chemical Technician, I study Food Engineering and Biomedical Engineering at University, I’m a pop dancer and I love to learn, so I’m taking several courses. I work as a freelancer, and that's how I met this wonderful woman: Emma.

I want to take this opportunity to share with you my experience of learning a second language, beyond just the academics. I will tell you some memories and feelings I had during the time I was studying it. From this, I will give some advice based on my experience.

Norte de Argentina

We all know that learning a new language is a task that requires a lot of effort, dedication and motivation. This motivation can be born from a goal we have or a need. Currently, in Spanish-speaking countries it is almost mandatory to have a basic level of English, as it’s considered the universal language.

There are many reasons why learning a second language is strongly recommended. Many jobs require you to know another language (at least one at a basic-intermediate level).

In Argentina, we have English in elementary and/or high school. That is, it was incorporated as a requirement to get a degree or move on to the next educational level. Now it is even taught in Kindergarten! Why do I say this? Because there are many children and teenagers who know they have to study English and pass the subject, but not many have the necessary motivation.

Puente de la Mujer, Buenos Aires, Argentina

I used to go to a separate Government institute to learn the language. It lasts seven years in total: the first year is preparatory and the other six are classes that increase in difficulty each month.

In the meantime, I had to go to regular school, and my schedule was tighter. I might spend eight hours at school and as soon as I got out, I had to go to the institute. That was a half-hour drive one way (my dad would drive me there and then we’d go home together), the class duration was fifty minutes, and another half-hour drive back home. I spent ten hours outside (as a minimum), going from high school to the institute, and most of the time I came back very tired.

During the first few years this situation didn’t affect me so much, I was a more energetic child, but in the last years, as a teenager, I came back much more tired. I didn’t feel like going there.

My dad was the one who pushed me to go on and on, to not give up. He told me that it was the best thing for my future, that I had to know at least one language and he was there to support me.