When I decided to study Translation. Fail or nail?

“I have always imagined that Paradise would be like a library”. – Jorge Luis Borges.

My first entry… Who knew when I was just a little teenager I came up right here, studying languages, when I was completly unable to translate just a couple of sentences in other languages.

Since my very young age —the age when you just want to listen to emo music, and put all that stolen black eye-shadow on your eyelid (yes, you did too), I wanted to be a lawyer. Those you’re thinking of. A good salary, a good status in society, defending the rights of undefendable people against the law, speaking as one of the big cheeses everybody has suffered once in their lives… Y’all know. How cute my dreams were, and how cruelly life has mashed them. Now, lawyers —at least, the few I know— must overwork in order to live decently in an ordinary house, or even a rental flat with almost no electricity supply… Anyway, I don’t want to talk very much about how lawyers earn their lives. The main idea is clear. Dreams are never as we figure out when we’re young.

So, I decided to re-think what my future job should be. Furthermore, I also wanted to work close to my neighbourhood, a good salary —even here in Spain—, and a suitable job according to my formation. And I thought again “What formation do you have, you stupid?” Obviously I was a young lazy boy in his attempt to manage with the obligatory studies and I had nothing clear in my life by then. So an idea came up to me: “Why don’t I get profit by the place where I live?” I live in a place where factories are invading every little empty area of earth, and factories here mean ’tiles’. Tiles are the main product to trade with in my zone, so I thought of learning languages, since I considered that might help me to get a good work in my city. Moreover, some members of my family are working in factories and they’re glad of being there. As if it was a family custom to keep alive. So, I started to be interested in languages —and even now I’m still keeping the ball rolling— and then I had a good opportunity to increase my working skills.

Some trips to university after, I had to quit for a little time my studies. Because I felt like there was so much stress I couldn’t stand, plus I felt highly depressed. A lot of bad marks, many problems at home, some issues with friends, etc. In addition, I had some problems with schoolarships and I was unable to afford the elevated tax of the university. So, I decided to make a change, and study some other studies. It was then when I decided to study Trading and Marketing. Getting profit of both studies I would obtain a good job, and that it was. Thanks to both I was able to work in an enterprise 8 minutes far from home, to earn a good salary, and to save some money for a close future. That’s why I’m so proud of having made the good decision.

To sum up, I think I did well studying my degree. I’ll never regret of having studied Translation. I like translating. I feel useful everytime I write down the words in foreign languages because I know that someone, doesn’t matter where or when, will read my words and even without realising, he will be able to understand them, and catch every single joke from the original text. It has always been my thougth about being a translator. Nevertheless, knowing languages can be more practical than people think. specially if you live in a place where just the 17 % of population is able to manage it speaking in English. Apparently, things are changing and this data is increasing. But, until high levels rise, those who know English should take profit of the situation and squezze the opportunity to the limit. Planning a DAFO analysis is not like getting blood from a stone, and it can help you to decide what degree what will you study, or what’s the most convenient  your you to do.

I think I have written a lot… My fingertips are bleeding, or it might just be like these all the time? Anyway. Now, it’s up to you if you’d like to become a language expert, or to leave completly apart languages from your life.




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