So I should probably mention that American Sign Language (ASL) is a big part of my life. I eat, sleep, and breathe ASL. (Okay, maybe not that much.) I’m not Deaf/deaf/hard-of-hearing, but I kinda have a (sick) infatuation with the language.
I can’t exactly pinpoint where my interest in sign language began, but I remember learning how to sign (not sing) church songs in 4th grade. Over the course of the next ten years, every so often I would pick up an ASL dictionary or “Learn Signing” book from the library or bookstore. I guess I’ve always had some kind of fascination with the language. I must have channeled my love of visual communication to the stage because I used to act a lot. Since 4th grade actually, I have done a lot of theatre, both in school and out, before I came to college and switched gears.
For the last year I’ve been taking ASL classes at school (ASL I-IV), but it has not been enough to quench my thirst for this beautiful, complex, visual language. I read/watch blogs/vlogs written by members of the Deaf community. I volunteer at a Deaf Community Center to pick up more signs. I practice learning signs on ASLPro. I sign to myself. I sign with my friends, especially with Sara (her blog) who says I’m “obsessed… in a good way” with ASL. It’s weird but I’ve found that I now think in both English and ASL (two very distinct languages).
So what to do with my love of American Sign Language? I’ve decided that I want to be an ASL interpreter. It involves me being fluent in the language (I’m not yet) and getting certified. I’m also likely moving to Washington State or Washington, D.C. to get trained. (More on this another time.) It’s a lifelong journey, but I’m determined to make it a reality. True business (ASL idiom).
- extraordinarIAN
Posted by Ian Mac 