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I’ve lived as a foreigner most of my life and taught my mother tongue as as a foreign language. But a casual recollection of learning to write reminded me that the pencils we used in class all had “foreign” engraved on the barrel.
Foreign is such a strange word, with such an odd spelling. Both as a teacher and as a foreigner living abroad I have been unwittingly trying to understand what it means all my life. Time to look again.
Accepting the sweet song of a foreign language
This new Learner Tale begins with the imagined voice of…
Going to Britain? Discover the new travel legislation
Fancy a trip to the UK? Be careful, the rules…
English – familiar or foreign language ?
I have no memory of learning to speak English. It…
On being an invisible foreigner
Migrant, immigrant, foreigner. I have been all of these things.…
