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Today I got a ride back to my place via the generosity of a Korean friend. Normally I take a cab, but I’m trying to budget so when she offered to drive me back to my place I was more than happy to accept.

Feeling the need to break a somewhat awkward silence, I decided to start with some conversation basics:

"Your English is very good! Where did you learn?"
"Oh, no," she laughed, "I am still studying. English is… uhm… how say?"
"Well, yes. But also… art."
"Yeah. I love English. It is a beautiful language."

Now, this really surprised me. I’ve never really thought of English as particularly beautiful-sounding. I mean, to a native speaker, I can see why we might take a certain amount of pride in our language—- knowing the ins and outs of it, but I was shocked to hear this from a non-native speaker.

"What do you mean?"
"English sounds like singing, to me. You sing when you speak."

This made me laugh. I have often compared Korean to chanting, so hearing English described the same way made me feel like the shoe was on the other foot.

"In Korean," she explained, "we do not have stressed syllables. And words have only one meaning. For example, if you are talking to someone, you can say ‘I like you’, or ‘I like you’ or ‘I like you’, and they all mean different things. And the word ‘like’ has so many meanings! It is just one word, but you sing it. You sing it and your meaning is not always clear, so you have to paint with it. English is art.”

I gave this some thought. For one thing, that was a shockingly eloquent way of putting it. But I think my silence made her uncomfortable, because she continued:

"In Korean, if I say ‘I love you’, I say 사랑해 (saranghae), that is how to say it.”

I wasn’t really sure what she meant by this. I repeated the phrase, though, as best I could, imitating her inflection.

"You sing, too!" I told her.

She laughed, “If that is what Korean sounds like to you, I am very happy.”

After that, the conversation followed different lines of thought (cars, driving, America, etc.), but it’s stuck with me. I think it’s interesting that she sees my language as musical or artistic— not just in its meaning, but also in its sounds. Food for thought, I guess.


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Sometimes I imagine little baby Slytherins being led down to their dorms on their first night at Hogwarts after the sorting ceremony. Eleven year olds clinging to each other as they traverse the damp, cold stone steps into the dungeons and their minds are racing with things like mum wanted me to be in Ravenclaw, she’s going to disown me, and I’m afraid of snakes and Billy Cavendish told me Slytherin first years get fed to the giant squid if they misbehave, and what happens when my head of house finds out I’m muggleborn?and I don’t want to turn into a dark wizard! They’re all terrified and thinking that there must have been some mistake made with the sorting, but then the student who’s been guiding them starts talking about what it means to be a Slytherin. About how darkness isn’t inherently evil, and how being able to survive against all odds is strength, not cowardice, and how those with the most power have the greatest ability to do the most good. They assure the first years that from now on, they have a family that will do everything to defend and support them them and that they are now beloved children will full rights to the inheritance of Slytherin, and then gradually, the lights go up in the common room and this soothing green glow is cast on everything and it’s so, so beautiful. The little baby Slytherins start  exploring all the treasures and artifacts and fine things Slytherin house has hoarded over the years, and there’s no torture devices or human bones or poison chalices at all. There’s books and leather divans and silver tea sets and a handful of upperclassmen who don’t look like they want to feed them to anything. They can see shadowy outlines of merpeople in the lake outside the windows and suddenly they feel inexplicably at home, inexplicably safe, and they realize that no mistake has been made after all. 



William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus



William Shakespeare, Titus Andronicus


This is a reminder for you. You are loved. You are special. It is okay to cry and scream. It is okay to be home from school if you feel anxious or need to be alone and cry all day or if you just got three hours of sleep. You are strong even if you relapsed in your recovery. You are worthy even if all you did today was just lying in bed and watch netflix. You are a great person even if you have said or done some stupid things. You deserve the feeling of loving yourself.



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