The past week I was on my deathbed (mildly ill) with the flu. Because this, fortunately, lined up with my return to the great country of Canada, my VPN-less self was subjected to a life of only Netflix and Myflixer. Naturally, this led me to spend an unhealthy amount of time on Instagram reels. (Ex-TikTok user).
I’m not really sure why, but my fyp has been filled with videos targeted to English language learners.
Every other video is a quiz on which sentence is correct, how the subtleties in small word changes or tenses change the meaning of the phrase, and ways to pronounce words like an American.
Every time one of those videos pop up, I play along, asking myself, “Violet, what is the right answer?”
Usually, not to toot my own horn, I get them right. I think the repetitive validation these offer me is getting to my head. I pat myself on the back every time I get the questions right, proud of a hard day's work.
I’ve navigated uncharted territories, the reels asking me, “what’s the difference between I will go to the doctor, and I am going to the doctor?”
A cheeky smile comes on my face as if I’ve just moved from some unknown foreign country and I’ve finally overcome the obstacle of language.
I’ve even taken it upon myself to influence my fyp even more, clicking on the accounts and scrolling through their feed. “Violet, what is the correct preposition in this sentence?”
Don’t ask me what a preposition is.
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